Summer Landscaping Bonus

The Last Anniversary

Life with Joe was perfect. Thinking back, I knew I had it all at 24. 

We celebrated three years together the summer I turned 24. Joe had just turned 40 and was taking it all in stride, as was I as I suddenly seemed to find him a whole lot hotter than ever. A whole year had gone by since my first day of work and Joe had parked outside the office to wish me well. I remember that so vividly, even now. But that first year of my career seemed like a blur with Joe.  

Life was normal as we fell into routine – we worked out at the gym in the mornings, would head to work, arrive home close to the same time and make dinner together, and get into bed still hungry for one another. Even if we just cuddled naked it was enough to satisfy ourselves, although it seemed both of us were constantly insatiable. Joe continued with Hydro, gaining another promotion and was now pulling in some serious bucks. 

Joe didn’t want to do anything for his 40th, so we made it a lowkey birthday with his sister and her family, including his dad who came to stay with his sister Julia. We at least had dinner, and spoiled him with gifts, and food and laughter, Joe getting an extra special gift on his actual birthday from me, including a collage of photos, a new wallet, and me naked doing some deep tissue massaging before he did some deep penetrations on me. 

So, when my 24th birthday rolled around, I had dropped the hint that I wanted to do something special with just him to celebrate his birthday too. He agreed, making sure that we could combine our birthdays then along with celebrating three years together. For such a big hunky man, Joe was a smooth romantic.  

We booked a Friday off work together and Joe had mentioned he was taking care of all the planning for us for the entire weekend. He made sure I knew that he was packing the CD I gave him with a player to bring along just in case. Those were the days when you couldn’t download songs onto an iPod or phone! I was told to pack a bathing suit, and proper dinner attire along with casual clothes. That was all the instructions I got as we awoke that Friday morning, no matter how frisky I got. 

Joe had rolled out of bed at last, when my hands went south, holding up a finger at me with a crooked smile on his face. “Hands off mister! I’m saving myself for you later.” 

I pouted at him from the bed, letting my eyes stroll down his naked body, seeing the effect I was having on him even though his mouth was saying no. “Come on…” I said, stretching my hand out to his hardening tool, “…just a quickie to start the day!” It was unusual for us to lounge around in bed in the morning, and the feel of his naked body next to mine always made me horny. 

Joe cupped his package in his large hands and moved away from the bed, showing off his scrumptious ass to me as he walked to the bathroom. “No, I’m making you wait for it you little horn dog.” 

I watched his hulking figure move around our bed to the bathroom, his dark Italian features making him look tanned from head to toe until he disappeared from view. I was already having fun and we hadn’t even left yet. 

After I teased him by grabbing his crotch every chance I could get over breakfast, we were packing up my car with a suitcase and snacks and Joe announced we were heading to the wine region for a romantic escape. He didn’t tell me much, just the name of the hotel – one of the old upscale ones – and that we were going to visit some wineries along the way. According to Joe, this was my chance to learn about wines and experience some tastings. 

After the first winery, I was already tipsy. At first, I was hesitant with the experience, thinking that the server and everyone else along the long counter we were sitting at were looking at Joe and I as a couple and judging. But after the third of six glasses in front of us, I started to relax and realize that no one seemed to care that I was the one laughing and giggling with the giant hunk. Joe’s leg was against mine the entire time, and the way he looked at me as we started tasting wines was like a dream. I felt like I was growing up, becoming a man, sitting beside another man and knowing THIS was how I was supposed to feel. 

The next winery was only a couple minutes further down the road, and I practically walked in holding Joe’s arm I was so comfortable. A guy about my age was our server, a rather attractive one, nice build with light features and a winning smile. I was immediately at ease, and the server seemed to be in on our relationship from the get-go. 

He welcomed us and handed us the menu, guiding us through some selections for our samples. We had to choose 6 at this one again that we decided we would share, ranging from a light Riesling to a sweet Ice Wine with some hard Red Wines in between.  

“If you are a steak man, I suggest you try this Cab Franc.” The server, Patrick, said with a little smile to Joe. “It’s my favourite. Bit strong, but you look like you can handle it.” 

Joe eyed me sideways. “I’m not sure he can handle it.” 

I let out a laugh. My 5’9” 160 pound muscled frame really couldn’t handle too much by this point. “If I can handle you, I can handle a Cab Franc.”  

Patrick smiled and started to place glasses in front of us. “You two celebrating anything special this weekend?” He asked, giving us the knowing look. I was already half drunk so just nodded along before Joe could speak. 

“We are actually. Birthdays and three years together.” 

Patrick gave a wider smile. “Congratulations. You make a very fine looking couple.” His eyes looked over at Joe first, before connecting with mine. Instead of being jealous, I actually appreciated the knowing glances he was giving Joe. Joe was a hot man, no question about it, and just seeing someone openly staring and smiling at him made me feel so lucky. Besides, Joe automatically turned to me to smile back, showing me he only had eyes for me. And when he put his big paw on top of mine on the counter as Patrick opened the first white wine we had selected to taste, he turned to Patrick. 

“It’s all this one. He brings it out of me.”  

I felt my cheeks blushing, and Patrick turned to me as he poured the first few ounces. “Lucky guys.”  

Patrick slid the glass towards me, explaining about the wine to me directly. Suddenly, I felt like I was some upper-class young man being taught about the finer things in life. Joe was watching me with a proud look as I did as I was instructed, swirling the wine along the glass to see how thin it was, savouring the smell first before taking the first little sip and breathing in between my lips. When I swallowed I handed the glass to Joe. 

“You like that one?” He asked as he tilted the glass to his big lips. I watched him, our eyes on each other, forgetting that Patrick was there already lining up the next white wine for us. I nodded, giving him a shoulder shrug, already eyeing the next glass. 

By the time we were done with these tastings, we had picked out a few bottles we liked to purchase for later and I was feeling the effects. Joe was handling it better, passing me the glasses to finish because he was still driving. I think I had the equivalent of four glasses of wine by the time we left that second establishment, and all I wanted to do was get to the hotel room and attack Joe. 

He suddenly seemed more attractive to me than ever, the way he talked openly about our relationship with Patrick the wine server. The way he looked in his casual dark blue buttoned down shirt, the grey t-shirt underneath, the jeans hugging his thighs, his light brown boots, the thin brown jacket…everything just seemed perfect on him. I held his hand as we drove into the town, me admiring all the beautiful homes, wondering where the lake was that this town was named after. But we ended up in the middle of it, and I followed his round hump into the lobby of the old factory that was now a prestigious hotel and tried to keep my hands off him.  

Our room had a fireplace and a large king sized bed, with two fluffy white robes laid out for us. I immediately jumped onto Joe’s back, making him giggle and grab my legs to hoist me up, feeling like I was getting a piggy-back ride.  

“No time for that just yet. We have massages booked.” He sat down on the bed and laid backwards, squishing me under him and making me laugh and squeal at the weight of him. I groaned in relief as he rolled over and then I rolled towards him, finding his mouth in a gentle kiss.  

“Mmm. Massages?” I nuzzled his nose, feeling the softness of his moustache and beard against my chin. “Then can we have sex?” 

Joe sucked in my bottom lip. “Then we get to experience the hot springs outside.” 

I groaned, grabbing his ass in his jeans and putting a leg over him. “Maybe you can fuck me there?” I giggled, feeling the wine.  

Joe frowned at me, chuckling to himself. “Maybe we should feed you something before I send you off for a massage with some stranger.” He went to get up, but I pulled him back, hooking my legs around him and kissing him deeper, making him growl. He peeled himself off me laughing, leaving me sprawled on the bed. “Yeah, we better feed you something!” 

I watched Joe unpack as I ate some of our snacks, offering to help but being politely told to stay on the bed and stop touching him. All in jest, as sometimes Joe would grab my ass or come by to kiss me, telling me I tasted like pretzels. 

It was hard to keep my hands off him as we stripped down and put on our bathing suits, covering up our muscular frames in the white towels. Mine hung to the floor on me, while Joe’s came to his knees, showing off his big calves and wide feet. I snuggled into him on the bed as we waited for our time, me desperately trying to get at his dick. The teasing and anticipation was killing me. Something about the Autumn air in this wine region was making me hornier than ever. Or it was just the fact that Joe was so close, yet he wouldn’t let me touch him. He was really driving me wild. 

Joe checked the clock and pulled me off the bed, telling me it was time to go. I could see his mountainous pecs poking through his open robe as I watched him slip his flip flops on his big feet. Then he smiled at me, his hands in his robe’s pockets, looking like he was posing for some men’s catalogue.  

“How did I get so lucky?” I said quietly as I stepped in front of him, lifting my chin skywards up to his chiseled face. Joe’s dark eyes peered down at me, his grin widening as he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. 

“I’m the lucky one. Remember?”  

I hugged him tight, burying my face into the softness of the white robe. “Can we have sex soon?” I mumbled into him. 

Joe let out a big laugh and took my hand and put it on his bulge. “It’s all for you. Just you wait my little man.” 

I gave a little “Grrrr” as he pulled my hand in his to the door and we headed to the spa in the hotel. He let go of my hand as we made our way through the corridors to the entrance to the spa and found ourselves at the front desk. We filled out some forms and were sent to the waiting area, where two other couples, men and women couples, sat waiting as well. A large man and a solid looking woman appeared and called our names. Joe winked at me as we said our goodbyes and were whisked into separate rooms, me with the Scandinavian looking female. The man had eyed Joe up and down before they left, and I was suddenly wishing we could be in the same room to receive our massages. But in an hour, I was left feeling relaxed and happy to see him waiting for me back in the same waiting area. 

He pointed to the window behind him in the waiting area. “The hot springs is out there and we are next.” The same two couples came into the room just behind me before another staff member guided us to the door. Joe and I were the last of the group of us to shuck our robes and flip flops and stepped into the hot spring water outdoors in the cooling Autumn night. It was 6 o’clock but felt later. 

Joe let me go first, putting his large hand on my bare back and guiding me forward as I peered around to get a long glimpse of him in his loose bathing suit. He looked exceptionally hunky, his abs flat, his pecs like two big boulders, his muscles on display for the others to see. I noted that all four of the couples were looking at us as we stepped in last, taking in every inch of Joe as he submerged into the water and scooted closer to me. I was suddenly aware of their stares and tried to play it cool as Joe’s eyes locked on to me. 

“Oh my God this feels good.” He purred beside me and sat close to me. I tried to act casually, and turned away from the prying eyes on us, ignoring the questioning looks from the other two couples as they moved further away from us. It left Joe and I enough space near the entrance that we could just sit back against the rocks and let the steam rise around us. 

“How was the massage?” I asked quietly, turning more to him and feeling his leg connect with mine under the water.  

Joe gave a little growl, and I felt his hand on my knee. “It was good. I almost fell asleep!” He giggled with a toothy grin. His hair was a bit disheveled from having his face planted in the head rest for the massage but it looked cute on him. He sat up a bit, letting the water roll off those wide sculpted shoulders and I felt a little twitch in my midsection. He spread his arms wide, resting on the sides of the rock walls and I took in the sight of his lats and muscles, dripping wet for me. I leaned in to him briefly and whispered to his face, “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to get desperate and ask husband number two over there to do me.” 

Joe gaffawed, and I felt his foot push me away, before his toes started to grab at my crotch and his eyes widened in a daring look. “Oh yeah? Can’t take it much longer?” 

I floated backwards and sat on the ledge across from him and ran my own foot up his big leg, until I found the middle of him and pushed at his bathing suit. One big arm slid back down into the water and his hand found my foot. Then the other arm lowered and Joe started to knead my foot with his hands as we stared at each other, ignoring anyone else that was in the large hot spring grotto with us. He was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat, his hair now wet from the steam, his eyes two dark pools that I was getting sucked into as his big hands rubbed my foot under the water.  

“Just like our hot tub.” He winked at me. I pictured riding him, like the last time we were in the hot tub together, water splashing around us as his big arms pinned me to him. I took a deep breath and pulled my foot away from him, afraid I wasn’t going to be able to stand up if this kept up. I heard him chuckle as he lifted his arms back out of the water and laid them spread eagled against the wall again. 

“You just wait till we get back to our hotel room.” 

Joe shook his head slowly. “We have reservations at 7 for dinner.” 

I let my head fall back. “Oh man you’re KILLING me!” The sound of his deep voice laughing made the others turn our way, but I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. 

Our 20 minute time limit was up, but there were no others coming in as we were the last slot of the day. I watched Joe’s body emerge from the water, cascading along his muscular physique, his bathing suit clinging to his big round hard ass. I licked my lips as I followed closely behind him, watching the curve of his butt and the way his legs looked as water dripped down him. He handed me a towel as we stepped aside as the other couples mingled to dry off in the area, everyone’s eyes darting to Joe’s big body, and mine actually. One of the husbands seemed exceptionally interested in both of us, which made me grin devilishly as I wrapped myself up in my robe.  

We both stripped out of our wet suits when we returned to our room, but kept our robes on. But when Joe sat down on the bed, I immediately joined him, sliding my hand under his robe across his chest and snuggling up to him, crawling onto his lap. 

“This is already a very romantic day.” I said quietly, playing with the soft short hairs on his pec as he hugged me. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him. “Not too bad for a 40 year old guy.” 

He shrugged with a smile. “What can I say? Years of practice.” His hand slid up under my robe and grabbed my bare ass. “This is what I’m having for dessert! So get dressed before I make it my appetizer.” 

I squealed as he tossed me off of him, me landing on the bed as he stood up and opened up his robe. His dick was thickening, growing from just our physical contact. I sat there for a moment as he dropped the robe and went to get dressed as I watched his body move. He was the perfect specimen from head to toe.  

I crawled off the bed and went to follow suit, but found myself standing beside him as he picked a fresh pair of Joe Boxer trunks. Red ones. I put my hand on his big butt and he looked down at me with a knowing look. I kissed his arm, and as he held the underwear up, I moved in front of him and kissed his pec, then lower on his stomach. 

“Brian…” he started to say but I was already on my way down, kissing his abs further down to that spot of neatly trimmed very short haired just above his hanging shaft. My hands slid down the sides of his legs as my body lowered and I came face to face with his thickening rod. My lips touched it gently, right at the base, and it flexed upwards invitingly. I heard Joe breathe out but he didn’t move, so I kissed further along that long shaft. It was growing alright, and it started to point upward as my breath hit it, until that one-eyed monster was staring back at me. With a grin, I kissed the tip of his cock and then opened up and let it slide into my mouth. 

I heard a low groan, followed by a sharp intake of air as I swallowed him to the base, my nose digging into his hard flat stomach, my hands grabbing both hard glutes to steady myself. Joe let me tease him, let me taste him, let me play with his package for a  few minutes, before his big hands picked me up under my arms and lifted me straight up off the ground, dangling me in front of him. 

“What am I going to do with you?” He growled at me seductively. 

I licked my lips, still tasting his meat on me, and grinned back at me. “Just giving you a preview.” I wiped my mouth with my fingers and winked at him. “Now sit through dinner with that memory and we’ll see if you can last.” I giggled. 

Joe shook his head and carried me to the bed, tossing me playfully down and pointing a finger at me. His cock was hard and sticking out, glistening from my mouth. “Stay.” He ordered, a big smile on his face. I watched him step into his underwear and tried to stick that big 9 inches of hard meat into it. He slapped it against his waist, showing me what looked like a steel pole sticking to the side.  

“Looks like you stole a pepper grinder.” I giggled from the bed. Joe picked up a pair of underwear of mine and flung it at me like a slingshot.  

“Get dressed you horny little fucker.” 

Joe opened one of the bottle of wines we purchased and poured us a glass as we got dressed, toasting to our birthdays, and to us for three years of blissful times so far. Our reservations were for the in-house upscale establishment in our hotel, so we didn’t need to worry about coats, or driving. We finished our second glass each as we made our way out the door, me once again trying to keep my hands off him. 

Dinner was outstanding, and sitting across from Joe, in his collared shirt was simply delicious. I kept picturing him naked, and anticipating getting back to the room with him. But he kept me engaged in conversation, and every now and then I could see the look of lust and love in his eyes. When that appeared across his face, he would lean in to me to tell me exactly what he was feeling. Whether it was simply “I love you” or “I can’t wait to slide into you” or “You’re going to get it so deep tonight” it made my stomach lurch in excitement. After three years, sex with Joe was still such a turn on. So very hot still, that I couldn’t picture us ever getting bored with one another.  

Joe’s leg was constantly teasing me under the table, and occasionally he would purposefully let our fingers touch discreetly on the table. We drank a bottle of wine together, enjoying the conversation and the way the red wine went down, knowing we still had more in our room. 

Joe paid, playfully contemplating ordering coffee to see my reaction if he delayed our exit any longer. So by the time we were walking out of the restaurant and heading to our room, I was more than ready to pounce on him. 

He paused with the keycard in his hand at our door, the hallway empty, as he leaned his shoulder against the door. “Now just because I paid for dinner doesn’t mean I’m expecting anything in there.” He grinned at me. 

I pressed my body close to his, sliding my hands around his waist as he peered down at me with that joking smile on his face. “If you don’t open that door I’ll suck your dick right here.”  

Joe’s eyes widened with a gleeful laugh and he opened the door for us, taking me by the arm and swinging me inside. He didn’t even have the door closed all the way before I was clawing at his grey pants.  

“Easy there little man…” he chuckled as I pushed his ass back against the door and unbuckled his pants, lowering the zipper and fished out his cock from those red trunks of his. He smelled so good as I took him again in my mouth, savouring the taste of him and relishing in the sounds he was making above me as he rested against the door. His fingers found my hair, and his breathing deepened as he stroked my head, letting me get his cock to full mast.  

I opened his pants more, and pushed them down over those powerful thighs and went down on him again, sucking like a man possessed. I grabbed his big round balls and cupped them firmly, popping his rod out even more and making it stand out straight.  

“Finally!” I moaned, licking the entire length of his 9 cut inches. I looked up, seeing his face looking down at me, taking it all in. I pulled his thick meat out of my mouth and slapped it against my cheek as I smiled up at him. “Now this makes me happy.” 

He chuckled at me, and moved his hands to the side of my head and positioned himself in front of me as I took him back in. Holding my head, he started to gently fuck my face, making me groan like a boy in a candy store. Then he let go of my head and let me feast on him happily, sucking and licking that giant tool until I needed to stand up.  

Joe pulled me up, lifting me off the ground for a kiss. I wrapped myself around him like a koala bear, taking in his tongue, feeling the ground shifting as he walked me slowly over to the bed.  

“Happy birthday.” He said in between kissing me. “And happy anniversary babe.” 

I played with his hair, letting our noses rest against each other as I started into his dark eyes. “Happy birthday to you too old man.”  

“Ouch.” He groaned, before I kissed him again. I sucked back on his bottom lip, seeing his eyes open and look at me. 

“And a very happy anniversary. Thank you for doing all this.” I said as he lowered me onto the bed and started to unbutton my pants. I looked down at his big fingers moving swiftly, feeling the bulge hidden underneath the material before his fingers worked to free me. With a loud moan, I felt his bare hand grasp my member and pull if out, followed by the warm sensation of his wet mouth. “Oh fuck Joe….” I groaned, letting my fingers move through his hair as he started to suck me back, deep, hungrily. 

I closed my eyes and let the feelings wash over me. The wine had gotten to me, and it felt like I was floating as my senses kicked in. I could hear the slurping sounds of the suction on my dick, the feeling of his big hand caressing up under my shirt, tweaking my nipple, the large chandelier hanging over the bed, and the smell of Joe’s cologne as he moved his head up to mine to kiss me again. 

Like in a dream, I felt my shirt being stripped from me slowly, felt his mouth kissing spots on my upper body as he twisted and turned me, felt his hands tug at my pants, my underwear, my socks…until I was completely naked on the bed and Joe’s face was moving all over me. 

I groaned, pulling him onto me, pulling at his clothing to indicate I wanted him nude as well. I watched him in the darkness move upwards on his knees and unbutton his shirt like a stripper performing at a club, watching me seductively as he exposed that glorious chest once again for me. My hands went up to feel his muscles as he pulled his arms free, and then slinked backwards off the bed to step out of his pants and remove his socks. When he climbed back on the bed and crawled over me, he was naked, his skin on fire as it connected with mine. 

There are times when you find that someone that just does it for you, that when you are naked it feels like you can’t get enough of them, can’t get them close enough to you, can’t feel enough of their bodies. I was having that moment with Joe, where I couldn’t kiss enough of his body, or pull him into me to satisfy me. I was on fire for him, rolling on that hotel bed with him, flipping him onto his back to lick crevices, taste his flesh, feel his body from head to toe. Joe was in the same mindset. 

I felt his tongue under my arms, along the small of my back and down my legs. He played with my feet, sucking on my toes and making me squirm, before his big hands would grab a part of me and knead me into submission. He flipped me onto my stomach and dove into my ass, licking and rimming me for what seemed like an hour, until I was back to climbing all over his big frame and admiring new parts of his body that I had never focused on before, like the back of his knees, or the top of his shoulders, or the spot that made him twitch – the insides of his big thighs.  

“Stop!” He said through laughter as his leg twitched once again as I lay between his legs, teasing a spot on his inner thigh with my tongue.  

I groaned, grabbing his knee to hold his leg steady. “Who knew you were so ticklish there!” I giggled, before he rolled over onto his stomach and wiggled that gorgeous ass of his near my face. I couldn’t help but kiss each cheek, making him groan, before my own tongue was exploring the warm crevice in between. I wanted to please Joe, every inch of him, and by the sounds of him, it was working. 

Finally he rolled sideways, the look in his eyes signaling it was time. “Get over here you.” He snarled at me, pulling me into his lap as he sat up and brought my face to his. I rocked sideways as I placed a leg around his waist, feeling his erection behind me on my back. I put my arms around his neck as he wrapped his giant arms around me and held me, the tip of our noses touching. 

“Happy anniversary.” I said, kissing the end of his nose. I could see the lines in his eyes as he squinted a smile, and those luscious lips found mine. 

“Here’s to many more.” He said as his fingers slid down my back to my ass, lifting me up a bit and positioning me on his rod. I gyrated against him, feeling that massive pole aching to slide in. I spit onto my hand and reached under me to wet my hole as Joe did the same over his cock. And with a look of determination in my eyes, I rocked forward as Joe held himself straight up and assisted me as I lowered myself on him. 

He put his hands back on the bed behind him to lean back and watched me. I planted my feet on either side of him, squatting down, pushing out to take him in. My eyes went to his and I saw the look on his face, a slight sideways grin as he let me take control. He popped through as I could feel my ass sinking down farther on him, taking him in easily at this point and letting him fill me with his thick shaft. I saw his abs tighten as he lifted his ass up a bit to push into me as I sat down on his thighs, taking him all the way in, deep.  

He sat upwards, wrapping those warm hands around my body again and holding me in his lap as I pushed my feet around his waist and hung on to his neck. 

“Holy fuck you are huge.” I breathed out, feeling his lips find mine in an open-mouthed kiss. He felt so good folded around me that we just sort of rocked a bit, Joe resisting the urge to pump me hard and deep. 

“I love being inside you.” Joe’s deep voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as his thick fingers moved around my back. I squeezed my body into his, pressing my hardon against his stomach as I moved. My face was against his cheek, his breath on my neck, my hands now moving through his hair as I let the passion increase in me. I took his face in my hands and kissed his forehead as I lifted myself up on his rod before sliding back down, starting a rhythmic motion. Joe’s mouth parted, and I took advantage of his bottom lip. I felt his hands grab my cheeks and split me open wider as he joined in the movement, now bouncing me in a faster motion on him. 

He rocked forward, bringing me with him, onto his knees, holding me up in the air attached to him until he slowly lowered me onto the bed, the soft duvet on my back as Joe’s muscular hard body moved on top of me.  

“I want to make love to you all night long.” He purred, kissing my shoulders and my neck as he ever so slowly moved inside me. My fingers dug into his back, spreading my legs wider for him as we moved into our familiar missionary position. Joe lifted my arms straight up along the bed and let his tongue trace down as his hips gently moved in and out. The slow movement was driving me wild, having made me wait all day for him, he was teasing me expertly. 

I growled like a bear and raked my fingers back upwards to his shoulders, before raking back down to grab his beefy ass. I squeezed it hard, making him groan a bit and fuck me a little harder. His big hands covered mine, lacing his fingers with mine to hold me down as he arched up into a pushup stance above and let me have it for a while. I grunted with every thrust, staring up at him as he watched me, until he suddenly pulled all the way out and flipped me over onto my stomach quickly. 

Joe covered my body with his, letting his own dick find its way back inside me as his big legs pinned me underneath him. I turned my head sideways to inhale deeply as he entered me again, his handsome face appearing beside mine to kiss me tenderly as he stuffed my ass with his meat. His arms surrounded me and his fingers found mine again. We held hands as he humped me slowly again, shoving the air from me with each powerful and deep plunge. 

And then he pulled out again, letting out a loud sigh and flopped backwards on his back, extending those muscled legs out and grabbing his own cock. “Come ride me Squirt.” He grinned at me, waving that thick cock of his tantalizingly at me. I rolled over and stood up, walking over his legs to reassume my stance over him and lowered myself back down on him again. He clasped his hands behind his head, making his lats widen into that large V on him as my hands leaned down on his mountainous pecs. He watched me reach under me to grab his pulsing member and hold it as I lowered my hot ass back down on him. We groaned together as I took him in and he let me take control, hanging on to his chest as I rode him like a cowboy. 

Joe’s grinning face was pleasure enough, but seeing his big biceps flexed out as he held his hands behind his back, the narrowness of his waist under me, and the feeling of how deep he was in me made me lose control completely. I started bouncing harder, the sounds emanating from me signaling that I was enjoying this position a little too much. I let my head fall back and my eyes close as my body started to respond. I opened my eyes wide and looked at Joe as I felt the cum rising within in. 

“I’m gonna cum!” I panted, making Joe growl. 

“Yeah cum for me baby. Ride it.” He said firmly, unlocking his hands to grab my waist to really make sure I was sitting all the way down on him. 

I bucked like a bronco rider, making sure his cock was hitting all the right spots as I hung on to his chest. Joe lifted his legs and planted his feet to fuck me harder, jackhammering me as I moaned out and felt the first wave wash over me. 

He fucked the cum right out of me. I felt it rushing through me from my toes, my mouth open in one long sound of pleasure as it started to spurt from my dick and land straight up Joe’s chest to his chin. He gave a little “Fuck!” and a giggle as he kept plowing me as the rest of my load continued to shoot out of me and all over his upper body. As I tried to catch my breath, Joe sat up, pushing me backwards onto the bed, leaving his cock impaled in me as we returned to our missionary position. 

“My turn.” He moaned, pushing my legs back and holding my feet. I watched him move, his body slithering back and forth in a dance like wave, his muscles tight as he held on to me. His eyes were locked on mine, his lips slightly parted as he I listened to him breathing deeply. And then I saw it wash over him, saw his eyes roll back a bit, heard the sounds increase, his grip tightening on my feet. 

“I love you Brian.” He panted and then slammed into me hard, forcing me up further on the bed and let his chin lift towards the ceiling, the veins in his neck protruding as he announced his orgasm. He flooded my ass with his cum as I watched mine still dripping down his rippling body. He looked back at me and thrusted in me again, and again, until he was satisfied that every drop was out of him as my hands rested on his powerful thighs. We stayed like that for a moment, heaving, trying to catch our breaths after that Olympic finish, until Joe released my feet and leaned over me to kiss me softly. When he went to shift backwards, I hooked my heels on his ass and held him still. 

“Don’t.” I pleaded. “Just stay in me.” I saw him grin, and he relaxed his body, moving to my right to lay half on me, his thick cock still embedded in me as his heavy arm lay across my body. “Don’t ever leave me.” I said quietly to his closed eyes as he rested beside me. 

Joe’s eyes cracked open and he lifted his head a bit to smile at me, his white teeth completing the perfect picture. “I’m not going anywhere my man.”  

I felt his body relax even more as his eyes closed beside me, the slight grin still apparent on his face as I stroked his arm on me. I felt his fingers twitching as he started to drift asleep. His dick flexed inside me, still semi-hard, still beating with his heart as I heard a deep exhale from his nose. He looked happy, satisfied and at peace. I turned my head to his and pressed my forehead into cheek. His one eye opened a slit and his smile widened.  

“I’m falling asleep. Sorry.” He whispered licking his lips and shifting slightly. 

I shook my head and rubbed his hair. “It’s okay. I’ll be right here when you wake up. And we can go again.”  

He chuckled and closed his eyes. “Mmmm. Sounds like a great idea.” 

I found his other hand beside me, tucked under his head and linked my hand in it. Joe’s hand squeezed me tight and held it as he fell asleep against me. I closed my eyes, feeling his body over mine, hearing the sounds of his breathing deepening, thinking this was the best anniversary yet. 

And our last.