Summer Landscaping Bonus

Tuxedo Man

The rest of the summer was spectacular. Joe and I were taking it slow, but we both knew how the other was feeling. Since our middle of the night confessions, we didn’t need to say it again in fear of jinxing it. The way he made love to me that night was just the beginning.

I stayed over at his house practically every night for the rest of the summer. At only 21, I felt so grown up living there with him. The way we just fit into each other’s lives at that moment. We were like two people on their honeymoon, fucking almost every night. There were nights when we were so tired we just went to bed and slept beside each other, but I would find him waking me up again in the middle of the night to fuck me, or else we’d fuck in the morning before we left for work. There were times when he’d come to the field and I’d get in his truck and suck him off, or sit on his lap and ride him till he came in me, or like before, fuck me outside of his truck or hidden in the field. I loved sex with this man.

I’d come to his place as often as I could, which was practically every night. Sometimes he’d have dinner ready for me. Sometimes we wouldn’t eat as we fucked like rabbits. There were times when he told me to meet him out back as I headed over, where he’d be waiting for me on his deck naked, stroking his cock as soon as he heard the gate, ready for me. Other nights I’d find him in the hot tub. He gave me a key so I could meet him at his house if he had a late meeting or got tied up with something. Sometimes he surprised me inside the house, or I’d surprise him, waiting naked at the door. We kissed whenever we could, wherever we were when no one was looking. We kept it a secret, not even my mom and stepdad seemed concerned where I was most of the time. It was the best ending to a summer I’d had thus far.

But as the summer ended, we both didn’t want to acknowledge my return to university for my third year. I would be over three hours away and we didn’t know how to talk about it. I was going to be living in my residence again, as I was on my residence council to run the place. Plus, I needed to be there the week before all the Frosh arrived to plan for their arrival, which meant I had to leave a week earlier than most.

It was the last weekend of August and I had planned to head up with a friend of mine who had a car. She would be picking me up Sunday at noon. Joe had a wedding he needed to go to that Saturday night, so we had arranged for my friend to pick me up at his house on the Sunday and I was to stay over on Saturday and wait up for him to return from the wedding so we could have our last night together. He wanted me to go with him to the wedding as his “plus one” but I said that was too much for both of us to handle at this point. We were still keeping it all on the down low, and for me to show up with him, another guy which no one knew about yet except for his sister, and then on top of that our gap in ages, people would question too much. I wasn’t ready for that, even though Joe may have been at last. I wondered if he was getting ready to open up to his family and friends.

I told my mom that I was heading to school Saturday so I could stay over at Joe’s that last night. Joe wanted to skip the wedding, but he was in the wedding party as it was a buddy of his from university. “Considering the bugger is finally getting married at 38 I guess I should go.” He muttered that morning to me over the phone.

“You’re in the wedding party stupid you can’t back out now.” He had called me that morning to make sure everything was on for us later. I could come over whenever I needed to escape my mom’s and stepdad’s house, having stayed at home for what my mom thought was my last night in town. Joe was heading out early this morning to go to the groom’s house with the other guys and from there it was a full day of wedding, pictures, reception, drinking and dancing.

“I would have loved to dance with you on that floor tonight.” He said softly into the phone. I wasn’t ready for these tender moments as I was having a hard-enough time picturing leaving tomorrow morning.

“Well that would raise a few eyebrows and get everyone talking about you instead of the bride.” I said lightly.

He chuckled. “Ah serves her right. She’s been quite the bitch to everyone lately anyway.”

“Go and have a good time. Just make sure you don’t get hammered and can’t get it up tonight.” For one last fuck, I thought to myself. I was going to miss him. I didn’t know how I would face the next four months without him until I returned in December for the mid-year break.

I had Joe’s truck at my house. He let me take it Friday night so I could drive over on Saturday. He was getting rides from his buddies to the groom’s house and then they had the limo all day. He told me he would take a cab home and hoped to see his truck in mint condition in the driveway when he got there, then added that that way he knew I was inside waiting for him.

“I’m bummed I won’t see you in your tux before you go.” I smiled into the phone. I’ve seen him more naked rather than clothed, but I had never seen him all dressed up in a suit or anything remotely close. Since it was the summer, he never wore a tie to work although he admitted he did in the other seasons often. We hadn’t even dressed up yet to go out for dinner. Now I wish we had, seeing that big muscled body covered up in clothes was just as sexy as seeing him in the flesh.

“I’ll still be in it when I get home.” His deep voice was sounding sexy. I knew that tone. “But better get a good look quickly because it’ll be off before you know it.” He gave a little grunt and it caused me to smile more.

“I’ll have my camera ready then. Call me when you can to let me know you’re leaving.”

“I’ll slip out as fast as I can. I’m hoping before midnight.” He sighed heavily. “Wait up for me.”

I laughed. “You know I will my man.”

He laughed lightly, knowing me all too well at this point. “I know you will. Cause I’ll be ‘up’ for you by the time I get home.” There was that sex tone again. “Have I told you what weddings do to me?” He giggled.

“Have I told you what big muscle men in suits and tuxedos to me?” I added in my own sexy tone.

He moaned a little louder and said he better hang up before he pulled his cock out and started stroking it while he listened to my sexy voice.

I spent the rest of the day packing up the little bit of things I had left to do. I had done it all before my folks came home last night. I had packed most of my clothes and stuff into Joe’s truck the night before and parked it around the corner from our house. I had told my mom that I wasn’t getting picked up till later at night when I knew they were heading out to dinner with another couple. Typical of my mom to book a dinner on my last night with her, even though it really wasn’t but still! They said goodbye to me at 6 when they headed out, and after they left, I pulled Joe’s truck into our driveway and loaded up the rest. I headed to his house, which had become practically OUR house just after 7pm just so I could be there and feel him around me until he arrived.

I brought all my gear inside the house and left it beside the front door, so it was ready to go the next day. Sandra was picking me up at Joe’s house around noon. She was on the residence counsel with me and lived only a half hour away from me, which was technically on her way. She was glad to have me in the car with her for the three-hour ride. I simply told her I was staying at my uncle’s house not far from my own. It was that easy.

I threw Joe’s keys on the small table at the door and walked automatically into the kitchen to grab a drink. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch as my mom nor stepfather prepared anything. I was feeling too blue to make anything myself. I instantly smiled at the note on the counter in Joe’s kitchen. I picked it up and recognized his all capital manly scrawl:

HEY SEXY…I FIGURED YOU WOULDN’T EAT SO I BBQ’D YOU SOME FOOD LAST NIGHT. IT’S IN THE FRIDGE ON A PLATE READY TO HEAT UP. YOU NEED SOME PROTEIN IN YOU FOR WHEN I GET HOME…UNTIL I CAN GIVE YOU SOME OF MY PROTEIN!

He drew a crude happy face at the end, and signed it with a heart symbol and a big capital J. I held the note as I opened the fridge to find a plate with a steak and grilled veggies wrapped in cellophane. And like a stupid baby, I started to cry. No one has ever cared for me as much as Joe.

I ate the food he left me, watched some TV, and just relaxed into his couch, looking around and missing his enormous shape. It was quiet in his house and I was anxious to see him.

At 9:40pm his home phone rang. I tentatively reached over and picked it up and answered in a deep sounding voice, “Hello?”

I could hear loud talking automatically before Joe’s voice said “HEY!” loudly into the receiver.

My heart skipped the light fantastic. “Hey!” I said back matching his volume as I could barely hear him.

“I just wanted to make sure you were home.” He said home as if it was my home too. My heart was pounding. There was lots of laughter and the sounds of a crowd on his end. “Did you get my note?” The tone in his voice was light and happy. He sounded like a kid waiting for his big surprise to be revealed.

“I did, you sexy beast. I loved it. Thank you! I ate it all up.”

“Good man.” I could tell he was smiling. “We JUST finished dinner and we are getting ready for the speeches. I’m ready to leave now!” He added rather loudly.

I laughed at him and told him to behave and relax. I wasn’t going anywhere. He sounded tipsy, a little happy as you would be after a few drinks, but not drunk. He promised he wasn’t going to have too much. He probably had a couple at dinner and then this would be it now until the food settled in and the night wore on so he would be in top form for me when he got home.

“Weddings make me emotional remember?!” he said into the phone making sure I heard.

“I know!” I yelled back into it. “Now go and have a good time and enjoy it. Don’t rush out!! I’ll wait up.”

“I love you Brian.” He yelled into the phone. I stopped, hearing it. It went through my ears and straight to my heart. We promised we wouldn’t say it after that moment in his hot tub when I let it all out to him, my fears, my history. We didn’t acknowledge it when he made love to me in the middle of the night and we both confessed it afterwards. But here he was saying it as clear as if he were standing right here. On my last day with him when I couldn’t tell what the next four months was going to look like for either of us.

And without hesitation or regrets or fear, I said, “I love you too Joe. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

There was a pause on the other end. I listened to the sounds of the crowd. I pictured him using the bar phone at the reception hall, or one near the front door. I pictured him holding the phone to his ear and his big brown eyes soft and watery. “Me too.” He said quietly. “Me too.” He repeated.

I realized I wasn’t breathing until I heard him respond. When he said the first “me too” I let out a deep breath and as I inhaled, I managed to change our tone. “GO!” I said lightly into the phone, smiling wider than I had ever smiled before. “Have a great time, dance a bit and I’ll see you soon!”

He chuckled again into the phone. “I will. Okay. I’ll call you when I’m heading out.”

“Okay, bye.” I said softly.

“See you soon.” He said and hung up.

I hung up his phone and collapsed on the couch. I couldn’t wait for him to get here now.

I prepped his house as best as I could, making sure everything was clean and tidy, and put out a couple things in his bedroom. I was a big romantic at only 21, had the candles out ready to be lit, the music ready to play, the bottle of wine with two glasses waiting. I was showered fresh and in a new pair of silk boxers by the time midnight rolled around. I figured he wouldn’t be too long.

At 12:05am he called me to say the taxi was at the door to the reception hall and he would be about ten more minutes, giving me time to light the candles and start the music. And sure enough, 12:15am, I saw the lights in the driveway and my heart raced as I heard my man come home.

As he stepped through the door, looking like he had just spent an entire exhausting day at a wedding in his tuxedo, he still took my breath away at how hot and handsome he looked. He was in a formal black tuxedo, with a long black tie tucked into his 5 buttoned vest underneath. His pants were slightly tapered down to his shiny black shoes. Everything looked tapered on him because it fit so snug and tight. He had the top button of his white dress shirt undone and his black tie was a little loose around his neck after the long day and night. His pocket had a white handkerchief popping out in a double triangle fold. He looked like he stepped out of a magazine.

He looked at me standing in front of the door in my red silk boxers as I looked at him in his tux.

“Mmmmm.” We both moaned together.

He leaned against the door. “I finally made it.”

I moved up to him and ran my hands up his tux, reached up to his face as he bent down to greet me with a soft kiss at first, that turned into a deeper one as his hands came around my bare back and mine found his neck. “You look fucking hot.” I moaned into him.

He giggled. “So. Do. You.” He said playfully, grabbing my crotch through the silk boxers. “I can’t wait to get out of this,” he groaned, grabbing his tuxedo jacket.

“Wait!” You can take that off if you do it slowly.” I begged. I hugged into him and I felt his arms hold me at his front door. He started swaying as his head rested on the top of my head. I loved how I fit just right into him. His hands slid down my arms to take my hand in his and he started moving more.

“I told you I wanted to dance with you.” He mumbled. My face was in his chest and I let go of his hands to wrap my arms around him.

“I’ve never danced with a man before.” I giggled into his pecs. “And there’s no music playing!”

“There is still in my head.”

I pulled away from him and looked up at him. “Are you tired?” I said with a careful look.

He nodded, “Yes, but not too tired for you.” He bent down and kissed me again, and then scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. He rounded the corner and saw the candles, heard the music, and saw the bed already turned down. “Mmmmm, someone’s been getting things ready.”

“We could go in the hot tub first if you want?” I asked.

He paused for a moment, holding me over the bed. “Well I do like you naked and wet…” He dropped me carefully onto the bed. “Let’s do that first. Wash this day off me.” He pointed to the wine glasses. “Bring those.”

As he went to kick off his big black shiny shoes, I yelled up at him, “Wait!” He froze. “Remember?” I said pointing at his tux. “I wanna watch you undress out of that tuxedo slowly!”

He giggled and sort of blushed. I poured us wine and put his glass down on the dresser and flopped myself down on the bed with mine. I looked up at him, standing watching me, waiting. He looked so fucking hot in his tux. He looked like a big football player dressed up for an awards night. All bulky and wide, stuffed into a fitted suit, all cleaned up but immense looking. His dark beard trimmed and neat. I knew underneath all this material was a muscled hard body. “Jacket first.” I demanded taking a sip.

He raised an eyebrow at me and then slid the shoulder off, then the other and tossed it to the bed. I looked at it near my feet. If I had put that jacket on it probably would have come to my knees and be about 14 inches too big for my own chest. My eyes roamed back up, to his white shirt, with his loose black tie around his neck tucked into the black vest. His shirt sleeves were rolled up showing off his massive forearms and bulging biceps. I pictured him like this for most of the evening. Once dinner was finished and he was relaxed, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. Fuck he looks amazing.

He started undoing the vest while his eyes looked seductively at me. I laughed drinking my wine and giving out a cat call to him. He slid that off and threw it onto his jacket on the bed. Now he looked like an office guy, after a long day’s work. Shirt and tie. Sleeves rolled up. I suddenly couldn’t resist.

“Take your cock out now.” I commanded, moving to put my glass on the night table.

“What?” he asked a little startled as I sat on the bed on my knees looking at him standing there.

“Take it out.” I raised my eyebrow. “I like you in a suit. I wanna suck that big cock of yours just like this.”

His hands went to his zipper and slid it down. “Are you sure?” He raised his eyebrow at me again. “I’m feeling kind of sweaty after the long day.”

I smiled. “I don’t care. I want it. Now!” I said it more forcefully out loud than I anticipated, but he complied and fished out his already hardening cock from his underwear and out of his fly as if he was going to take a leak. I growled when I saw him standing there. White shirt. Black tie. Tapered black pants. Shiny black patent shoes. And his big thick cock, standing straight out from his pants through his zipper. I bent forward, my hands at the edge of the bed. “Feed it to me.” I moaned.

He moved towards me and holding my head guided his cock to me. I could smell the sweat of my man as he inched closer and I groaned as I inhaled his scent. I fucking loved the smell of him. I opened my mouth and he gently pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. He groaned as his dick sank into my warm wet mouth. I grabbed the base of his cock as it expanded to full length in me, pushing the fly of his tuxedo pants back and digging out his balls so I could free them and hold them in my hand as I started to suck him.

With one hand on his waist and the other on my head, he rocked back and forth, head back, fucking my face. I opened my eyes to see his clothed body, loving the look of this nicely dressed man of mine feeding me his cock. This was too much for me and I was overcome.

I stood up on the bed and pulled my silk boxers down. “Fuck me.” I said as I pulled his face into mine and kissed him.

He was face to face with me standing on his bed. He growled loudly as we kissed and then turned me around. I fell down on the bed on my hands and knees and pointed my ass at his cock. He spit down on it and pushed forward. Grabbing my hips, he aimed and sunk into me easily, as if I had been opened and waiting for him all night. We both grunted loudly as we felt the familiar feelings, and Joe grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard.

“Oh my God!” Joe yelled as he just started hammering me. “I have thought about fucking you. All. Day. Long.” He yelled, slamming into me.

I was bucking backwards against him, fucking HIM as much as he was fucking me. He pounded me hard until I heard him yell, “NO!” He pulled out, flipped me over onto my back, and then pushed his cock back into me. “THIS WAY!” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss as he bent over me, still standing at the end of his bed, my legs up in the air on his dress shirt shoulders, as he humped his fat cock into me harder and deeper than ever.

He plowed my ass, pulling back to look at me. He pushed my legs off his shoulders and leaned down on me, his hands at the back of my knees, pressing my legs open and wider, practically bending me in half as he leaned in to fuck me harder. We were both grunting loudly, yelling out lots of swear words as he nailed me. The sight of him pounding me in his tux was so fucking hot. I started jerking my cock, but he swatted my hand away. “No! I want to fuck it out of you.” He sounded like a beast. And it sent me over the edge when I heard him and saw the look in his eyes. That was all it took.

I arched feeling it coming, grabbing the sides of him, feeling his clothed hard body compared to his naked cock drilling my ass. My mouth gaped open and he saw me. That sexy grin of his washed over his face. “Oh fuck!” I started to say.

He smiled. “Yeah baby. You getting off on my cock in you?” He was so turned on he just kept driving my ass harder and harder. He was pumping me so hard I was moving forward up the bed. I had to hang on to him. With every thrust I got closer and closer and closer to cumming.

“FUCK!” I screamed as the cum started flying out of my untouched cock all over the place as he kept on fucking me harder and harder. I heard his moans under my repeated “FUCKs” as I shot my load out over six or seven shots. Then his big hands clasped my shoulders to hold me in place as his cock continued to drill me harder, and then, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, he started to unload in me. I felt the first explosion flood me, as he jerked and grunted and bellowed out.

“Holy FUCK!” He yelled so loud I thought the neighbors would come running. And then he leaned over and kissed me, hard. His tongue was so far in me I could have swallowed it. My arms wrapped around him, feeling his muscles moving beneath his dress shirt. He leaned backwards, standing up, taking me with him in his arms, as I sat impaled on his cock while he held me in his arms. “Load number one for tonight.” He said as he caught his breath. He lowered me back down on the bed and broke our kiss, backing up and sliding his cock out of my ass. I shuddered as he slipped out and rolled over onto my knees.

“Now the shoes.” I said pointing to his feet through panted breaths.

He let out a laugh. “Fuck. Are we still doing this?” He said breathlessly, but he obliged, kicking off the shoes and revealing his big wide black socked feet. “Socks too.” I smiled.

He grinned and pulled each sock off, tossing them in a ball to the side of the room. He even looked fucking sexy barefoot in his shirt and tie. I growled. “You know how much I love your feet.”

He laughed and looked down at his feet. He raised his toes all off the floor. “They’re big.” He said.

“As is EVERYTHING on you!” I moaned. “Now the tie, then the shirt.” I took him all in as he peeled the tie off, and then laughed as he seductively unbuttoned his shirt. With each glimpse of his naked chest, I started to squirm. “Fuck I love your body!”

He opened his shirt to reveal the hard muscles underneath. “You love this?” He asked, flexing his pecs underneath.

“Take it off!” I yelled and grabbed my wine.

He did, throwing the shirt over my head. I laughed and slipped into it. It was HUGE on me. “What fucking size is this?!” I wrapped myself in his shirt, smelling him on it, his cologne, his scent. It was intoxicating. I looked over at him, barefoot in his undone pants, his cock still out of his fly half erect, bare chested and looking like a fucking porn star at a provocative photo shoot. His chest was glistening with a bit of sweat from his recent hard fucking. His shoulders and arms looked like carved granite. His abs, flat and heaving in and out. He undid the pants and pulled them open to release his cock from the fly.

I pointed to it, semi-hard. “You ready to fuck me again already?” I teased, his undone shirt on me making me look like a little kid in his dad’s clothes.

“Get your ass over here and find out!” he snarled. And he pulled his pants down, underwear and all. “By the way, you look fucking sexy as hell in that shirt. Seeing how big it is on you. Remind me to give you one of mine to take with you.” He winked at me. And then grabbed his wine glass and darted out the bedroom door. “I’m going to the hot tub! Come and get it.” He yelled down the hallway.

I was off the bed in a flash, following his big round muscled ass to his backyard.