The Landscaper

When I found out my partner was cheating on me, the first thing I did was go out and find a new apartment.  I guess that I wasn't as invested in the relationship as I thought, because moving brought more relief than heartbreak.  It felt good to be free of someone else's expectations and demands.

My new studio apartment was in a trendy area of town. A short walk to some of the best restaurants and shops in the city. A few blocks from the shore of one of the great lakes.

Every evening after work, I'd go for a long walk. As I passed the building next door, I had the enjoyment of seeing a gorgeous man landscaping the front of the building next door to my apartment building. Tall, dark and handsome. I know it's a cliche, but it was what it was. As it was a warm spring, I was often treated to the sight of him, sweaty and shirtless. He had a sexy mat of black hair from his neck to his waistband. Broad shoulders, lanky body, four pack abs., lean hips, long legs. He tended to wear baggy pants, so it was hard to see what his dick size might be. Oh, but when he turned around! Those baggy jeans crept right into his ass crack, and when he bent to pick something up, a silent little gasp rose in my throat.

One Saturday morning I decided to take another long walk. As I passed the building next door, he spoke to me. " So, are you just going to walk by again, without saying hello?".

I was surprised. I hadn't thought he'd even noticed me. I shrugged. " Figured you were busy. Not in the habit of bothering people who are working. ". " Bothers me more when someone just walks by every day and doesn't even smile.". I laughed. " C'mon dude, I bet dozens of people walk by here every day and don't say hello or smile!"

He grinned sheepishly and ran hand through his dark hair. " Okay, I guess you're right, I guess it bothered me more when a hot red head walks by and never notices me!". I laughed again. I walked up to him and held my hand out.

He clasped mine with a calloused hand. " Hello, my name is Rusty and believe me, I've noticed you every time I saw you. " I said with a smile. " Steve", he said. " And I've been watching you walk by for a couple weeks. "

I gestured towards the work he was doing. " I like what you've been doing here. ". He smiled. " You ever garden?". I shrugged. " Farm boy, different kind of gardening. Not much time for making pretty gardens."

He laughed, then said. " Just wanted to get your attention, gotta get back to work. " He paused , rubbing his five o clock shadowed chin. " Get done at around four today, know this little bar a few blocks from here. Could I talk you into going for a couple of beers?". I grinned. " My afternoon is wide open, when do you want to go?". " I'll need to shower and change. I live in this building, want to meet me here at five?". " Works for me, see you then!"

I hadn't realized he lived right next door. I thought he was only working there. Things were looking up. That meant, even if nothing came of our meet up, I could still see eye candy on a regular basis.

When five rolled around, I showed at his building's door, freshly showered, wearing my standard jeans and tee. I'm just not the dress up type. Getting ready to go out usually consists of what color tee to wear. Or which pair of boots.

Steve showed up in much the same. Which was a relief. Not really into clothes horses. He didn't need fancy duds, the way his tee stretched over his chest and his biceps stretched the arms, looked wonderful to me.

We made small talk as we ambled the few blocks to a little neighborhood gay bar. The type where if you show up more than a couple of times, the bartender knows your drink of choice. And often remembers your name. Steve was greeted by name, I was introduced, and soon we were ensconced at a table along the windows.

After some more small talk, Steve challenged me to a round of darts. We were fairly evenly matched, and one round became several. And one beer became a few. I didn't mind, I was enjoying watching Steve's fine ass, every time he was up.

It was about this time Steve confessed, he actually had a boyfriend and was just looking to be pals. Not what I wanted to hear. But, well, it's always nice to have buddies to hang out with.

So, we continued to hang out. Even if sex was off the table, I still got to hang out with a sexy man. Maybe I continued to have some fantasies involving him naked in my bed. Not that I would poach someone else's boyfriend. And, well Steve always seemed to give out vibes. Like, things were on the cusp of ending with his boyfriend. Discrete little hugs and body contact. Of course maybe he was just a prick tease!

We were playing darts, when, out of the blue. "Rusty! Stop staring at my ass!

Completely flummoxed, I just stared at him. " Seriously, you are always staring at my ass! You know I'm a top, and I'm with someone! "

I sighed. Totally busted. Then I shrugged. I knew I would never be able to stop staring at his ass. If it bothered him, then I didn't see any point in continuing our "friendship".

" Yeah.... Steve.... I just don't think I can do that. You are just too pretty not to look at. And your ass....is just too fine. I just can't help wanting it. If I can't even look, I guess we better stop hanging out then."

Steve was a bit nonplussed. He'd gotten used to pretty much calling the shots in our friendship. Because I let him. It didn't seem worth the bother to go all Alpha in our friendship. He wasn't expecting me to rebel.

I drained my beer. Got up, waved goodbye to the bartender. And walked home.

I couldn't avoid seeing Steve. He lived right next door. I still liked to look at him. I just didn't engage. I still hung out at the little bar. Made some friends with the regulars. Occasionally, Steve would show. We just ignored each other. Well.... Yeah I still stared at that fine ass. And... I'm pretty sure he knew, just nothing was said.

So, I was totally surprised, when my buzzer sounded late one night. It was Steve. I let him in and met him at my door. Seems he and his boyfriend had a fight and could he stay with me the rest of the night. Cocky bugger even brought his own pillow! I laughed and said I didn't think it was a good idea. I also pointed out there was only one place to sleep in my studio, unless he wanted to sleep on the floor.

He said he thought we could sleep in the same bed and not have sex. I point blank told him, he was crazy.

I gave in.

I crawled back into bed in my underwear. Steve did likewise. I was preparing for a long night of wanting the man and not being able to touch. At least I got to see him in nothing but skimpy blue briefs. Just as I suspected he was well hung. But the best was his gorgeous ass stretching out the seat of those briefs.

We lay there facing the ceiling ,inches from each other. Me so uncomfortably aware of the heat of his body. Of this man I had been lusting after for weeks.

Then," Rusty?". " Yeah?". " Will you hold me?"

I jerked up to stare at Steve. " What! No!" I sputtered.

Steve looked genuinely puzzled. " Why not?"

I double palmed my face. " Number one... You have a boyfriend! " Steve opened his mouth to speak, but I talked right over him. " Two! I have a hard on just laying here next to you! It would be nothing but torture to hold your body and not do anything! ". I shook my finger at him. " This is so totally fucked up! I don't know why I even thought I could sleep in the same bed! "

Steve stared back owlishly, his mouth moving but not making any sound. Finally, " I'm sorry Rusty! I'm just feeling really blue.... Things with Jamie just aren't working out... I really needed a friend! "

I shook my head, " I just can't do this! We tried the whole friendship thing.... It won't work! You're friends with Marie across the street... Why aren't you at her door?"

" Because she's Jamie's friend too! I'm afraid she'd blab everything I say to him! He doesn't know you!"

"What? All the time we hung out you never mentioned me?"

Steve had the grace to look uncomfortable. " Jamie gets jealous when I hang out with other guys. He's always accusing me of cheating! "

I groaned. At a loss for words. Then anger took over.

" Maybe he has a right to be jealous!" I gestured at us mostly naked in my bed. " No way this looks innocent! Gay men don't just sleep together and cuddle! At least I don't! No! No! This just isn't right! I don't poach other guy's boyfriends! Go home Steve! Go make up or break up with Jamie, but leave me out of this weird thing you've got going on!"

At that point I was shoving Steve out of my bed. Steve had tears in his eyes that almost made me falter. Then thankfully he was gone. With a frustrated sigh I tried to settle and go to sleep. But where he laid was still warm and smelled like his cologne. I still had a raging hard dick from being so close to his naked body.

So I rubbed one out, imagining my cock was plunging into that gorgeous ass.

The next day for the first time I met Jamie. This tiny swishy little blonde twink came storming up to me. For whatever stupid reason, Steve confessed where he'd gone the night before. I got read the riot act. I kept my mouth shut until he got around to making threats. I interrupted him to coldly inform him that I didn't take threats well. That nothing happened between his boyfriend and me. To leave me out of his man troubles. Then I let my anger get the best of me. I told Jamie to tell Steve the next time he showed up at my door, he better come well lubed and expecting to have his fine ass fucked three ways to Sunday!

I turned and walked away, leaving Jamie sputtering in outrage on the sidewalk.

That night I went to the local hangout. I was chatting with the bartender, when Steve walked in. He made his way over to me and opened his mouth to speak. Petty as it was I turned my back and pretended he wasn't there. Couldn't turn off my ears though.

Turns out Jamie had reached his limit. He'd given Steve his walking papers. And, somehow it was all my fault. Trying to place the blame for his actions on me, instead of owning his responsibility for his situation. Trying to guilt me into something he wanted.

The bartender and half the bar listened with incredulous looks on their faces. Those looks caused me to grin. It was all too funny. The situation was so absurd. Although I still hadn't acknowledged Steve, those looks started me chuckling. The bartender, seeing me trying to hold the laughter in, started to smile. A snort left his nose.

Then we were both laughing so hard, tears were pouring down our face.

Steve's tirade cut off abruptly. He was flummoxed. When he'd started this scene,I'm sure being laughed at was not the desired outcome!

Perhaps it was the strangeness of the delusional tirade. Perhaps our laughter was contagious. But giggles and snorts began to travel the length of the bar.

Perhaps, Steve realized what an ass he'd made of himself. All I know is his shoulders hunched, his head dropped, and without another word, he shuffled out of the bar.

It caught me by total surprise a week later, when Steve was buzzing my doorbell. Using the intercom I told him to leave me alone. He kept buzzing until I caved. I leaned, arms crossed, against my doorway as he came up the steps. With his damned pillow! Had to hand it to him, he had nerve!

I cut him off when his mouth opened to speak. " You all lubed up and ready to get assfucked? " I asked. He sputtered in confusion. " Oh? Didn't your boyfriend pass on my message? I told him to tell you that the next time you showed up, your ass had better be lubed up! Because I was going to fuck you three ways to Sunday! "

I chuckled at his poleaxed face. " Guess not!" I sneered at him. "So... Since you aren't here to get assfucked, I guess there is no reason for you to be here! So.. If you want to get fucked, fine! Just this once I'll lend you some lube! Hell, I'll even put it on your hole for you! If that's not why your here, then have a good night. Or not! Don't much care either way!"

With that I went to close my door in Steve's shocked face.
" Wait!". I paused, wondering what he had to say. " Jamie did tell me , but I didn't think you could be serious. ". " So... You aren't here to get your hole poled? Well, surprise, surprise, surprise! Guess I've got no reason to be talking to you then. "

Steve's face turned red. " I'm still living with Jamie.... But he has someone coming over tonight.... He told me to get lost.... I thought maybe you'd let me crash here tonight.". He gave me a hopeful look.

My mouth dropped open in disbelief.

After all the drama, he believed he could still charm me into doing things his way.

Then anger took over!

" Yeah, well, you stay.... your hole is mine tonight! Non negotiable! That don't work for you ,go to a hotel or sleep in the street. I don't fucking give a shit!"

I turned, closed and locked the door. I was ready to walk away. When a soft knock stopped me.

" Okay Rusty! If that's what you want I'll do it.... Please let me in?"

I should have ignored him. But so help me, I'd been drooling over that beautiful ass for so long. Before I knew it the door was open and Steve was walking through it.

My cock had gone rigid. I pushed past Steve grabbing his damn pillow and tossing it on the bed. Then I went to my bedside table. I pulled out a condom and lube and casually tossed them on the bed.

I scowled at Steve and gestured at him. " Get naked Steve! Or at least drop your pants and underwear! Can't fuck you through pants!"

I was surprised when Steve didn't protest. I figured, he'd still try to talk his way out of this.

In just moments, Steve was totally naked. And very obviously excited. Where I was expecting a scared shriveled pecker.... Was a full on hard on. Long and lean like Steve's body, it was an impressive length. Dark in tone.

The thought went through my head, that just maybe Steve wss getting turned on by being dominated.

While playing with that meat would have been great, it wasn't what I really wanted. I undressed. Steve got his first look at my seven inch, pop can, uncut dick. He actually gulped.

Yeah, Nature granted my lean body with a real spincter stretcher.

I sat on the bed and very deliberately uncapped the lube. Slicked up my cock, slowly. Steve's eyes glued to what was in my hand.

I ripped open the condom, slipped it on.

Held up the lube.

" Want to grease yourself? Or want me to do it for you?"

Steve gulped wide eyed!

Then surprise!

Steve walked to me and turned around. I got my first look at what I'd waited for all of this time.

It was every bit as grand as I'd imagined. High and round. Pale from where his tan ended. Fully furred in dark hair.

I reached out to caress each firm globe. Steve shivered but didn't pull away. I spread them to peek at the treasure hidden between. Brownish, to go with Steve's dark coloring.

Letting go, I squeezed a generous glob of lube on my long fingers. I slipped one coated finger between his cheeks to massage lube over his pucker.

Then I prodded the tiny slit, slowly inserting that finger.

Steve groaned when I breached him. Slowly, I sank it in, his incredibly tight hole clenching me.

Once inside to the hilt, I wasted no time in finding his prostate. I stoked it until Steve's legs threatened to buckle.

Normally, I would take my time. Give enough fingers to get my partner loose enough to take my pop can with some ease.

Truth?

I was stilled pissed off at this man. I had no desire to make this easy.

I did give him a choice.

" You get to choose. You can sit on my cock or you can get on your hands and knees! I'll warn you, I'm in no mood for gentle, so you might want to choose sitting on it!"

Considering the fact that Steve as an avowed top, it came as a bit of a shock when he clambered onto the bed on all fours! He grabbed his damned pillow and buried his handsome face in it!

I certainly hadn't expected him to go this route! Especially since we both knew I was pissed.

Seriously, what was this guy's deal?

Surprise didn't keep me from clambering behind him, I took a few moments to stare at the beautiful ass on display. I spread those mounds again to look at his glistening lubed up hole. I briefly considered loosening him up some more, but my irritation with the man, won.

I maneuvered the blunt head until it was nestled against his manhole.

I grabbed on to his hips!

Then I pushed!

Hard!

Steve yelped into that damn pillow of his.

I pushed until my red pubic hair meshed with his ass hair.

Then I paused. Seated deep inside the ass I'd wanted for months. Enjoyed it as his body shuddered under me. Knowing it had to hurt. Punishing his hole for all the aggravation.

Yet, there were no pleas to stop, no it hurts too much cries.

I selfishly didn't wait for his hole to get accommodated to my dick.

I pulled all most all of the way out and rocketed back in!

All of my frustration with Steve came to a head!

I pounded the man brutally! I was savage in my assault on his body!

To Steve's credit, he took it like a trooper. He buried his yelps and moans into that damned pillow he brought.

To my wonder, at some time, Steve's cries turned into him begging me to fuck him even harder.

I was happy to grant his pleas.

My bed was banging the wall with my thrusts. Lucky for my neighbors my apartment was on the end. Not that I really cared at that point.

My hand, still slick with lube, found itself around Steve's still hard boner. I just held my hand in place and let the force of my fucking stroke his cock in and out.

Steve's whole body went rigid and he came, crying out into his damned pillow!

With most partners, I'm considerate enough to offer to pull out after they come. Some guys can't stand to continue fucking after they orgasm.

Steve didn't get that consideration!

Let's call this what it was.

A revenge fuck!

Did I mention I'm very long lasting when I fuck?

I continued to ruthlessly slam into him. Enjoyed the feelings his shuddering body gave my plunging dick.

To his credit, Steve took it!

Every plunge! Every slam!

Steve's dick never softened! Even after coming! Now slick with both lube and cum, it still pistoned in my hand.

I was kind of shocked when Steve's body locked up a second time!

Because he'd cum again!

That was enough to boil the cum up my dick and out in waves!

Sweaty, gasping, suddenly boneless, I pulled out of Steve's ass and rolled on my back.

Steve settled down on his belly and peeked over the edge of that damned pillow.

" Got it out of your system? ". " What? Fucking your gorgeous ass? Probably never!".

" No, I meant your anger!". I sighed. " Yeah, I guess so?"

Steve sighed and edged over. Put his arm around my waist. Nestled his face against my neck. I slid my arm under him and reached up to stroke his sweat damp hair.

" Too bad!" Steve mumbled.

" Huh...why too bad?"

" I think I suddenly like being fucked, although maybe not that rough all of the time!"

" You do? I promise, I'm usually not so rough!"

" That's good....although? "

"Hmmm?"

" I came twice!"

" Okaaay? "

" Maybe I'll have to get you good and riled up once in a while!"

Okay, Steve and I fucked around a few times. And true to his word, he'd occasionally piss me off to the point where I anger plowed him. Nothing more came of it. Simple truth. Steve was a user. I got tired of the whole drama. He went on to use his good looks to tease lonely guys with money. He'd do the whole friends with no sex, yet hold out the just maybe carrot. Funny thing? His little twink boyfriend and I actually became good friends. Still? I will never regret pounding that sweet, beautiful ass !