Summer Landscaping Bonus

I opened my eyes to see Joe moving around the bedroom, trying to be quiet, which was already a feat in itself as he moved his 6’4” 240 pound body around. I stretched to wake up and turned to check the clock. 

“Hey, go back to sleep.” I heard him say quietly, noticing it was only 6am. “I’m going to the gym.” 

“Do you want me to come with you?” I said groggily.  

“No, sleep in while you can.” He leaned over the king-sized bed and kissed me. “I’ll be back soon. Sleep!” He whispered, squeezing his big hand on my shoulder and moving away from me. I closed my eyes with a smile, still smelling him in the bed as I stretched my legs across his side of the bed and listened to him move out of the bedroom and to the door. 

I could hear him rustling through his gym bag, the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the sound of his truck starting up on this January morning. It was a Saturday. And tomorrow I was heading back up to university for the final semester of my third year.  

I drifted off and on for an hour sprawled out in bed, before deciding to get up. I had a quick shower and threw on some track pants and a sweater and walked barefoot into the kitchen for some coffee. I looked around the kitchen as I waited for the pot to brew, noticing things I hadn’t noticed before, like the pictures on the side of his fridge – mostly of his niece and nephew in various stages of laughter. I took one down that looked old, a picture of what I figured to be a younger Joe with his sister Julia. He looked to be about 10, big brown eyes squinted in the sun like they do now, wide grin that looked familiar, round cheeks for a boy his age, Julia’s arm wrapped around him pulling him into her in that older sister protective way. I smiled at the pic and found another one, with Joe with his parents. Joe was probably in his early twenties, already big and built though not quite as huge as he is now. He looked like your typical hunk, with what looked like a mullet or hockey hair in the photo, standing next to his tiny mother and broad dad. Joe Senior looked more like Joe in this picture, all three smiling. I let my eyes linger on the picture of his mother, wondering what she was like in life and if she would really approve. 

My mind flashed to the moment Joe took me to his mother’s grave, and the look that was in his eyes as he “introduced” me to her. My heart swelled at this expression of love and trust to me at that moment, and I realized that this was a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. 

I noticed it had snowed outside and there were tire tracks in the driveway from when Joe left. I poured myself a coffee in a thermos I found in the cupboard, and slipped on my boots and winter jacket, donned a hat and gloves, and took the shovel from the garage and went to work shoveling both the sidewalk in front of the house and the entire driveway. 

The snow had left the entire neighbourhood looking white, and at only 8am when I finished, it was still relatively quiet with very little movement on this last weekend before life returned to normal with school and stuff after the Christmas break. I leaned the shovel against the side of the garage and plopped down on the front step to finish the coffee I had brought out. I stared ahead at the front yard, covered in snow, one large maple tree in front bare but now white with snow. Sitting on the front step, I realized that this was now my house. At least with Joe, if not officially. Tomorrow I would be returning to school without him for a while once again. Even though I was not looking forward to that aspect, at least I knew I would be returning to a real home. With a real boyfriend. And someone who truly loved me back. 

I was still sitting on the front step, warming my hands with the thermos I had brought out and lost in thought when Joe’s truck pulled into the now cleared driveway. I saw him looking at me with a beaming smile on his face as he parked. He stepped out, wearing only a sweatshirt and his grey track pants, boots undone and a black winter hat pulled down on his forehead, making him look so sexy. He looked like a longshoreman, or someone who belonged in the winter as the hat suited him. His face was unshaven, giving him that look I loved so much, so masculine and manly. Me? I couldn’t grow a beard at this stage if I tried. After one morning of not shaving, Joe had the stubble of four or five days’ worth to a normal man.  

“You know, you can live here for free.” He said, raising an eyebrow at the shovel. “You don’t have to earn your keep.” His smile lit up his face as his white teeth took over his grin. I smiled back wide at him as I watched him move slowly towards me. As he did, I leaned over and grabbed a pile of snow and made a snowball.  

He gave me a stern look as if to say “don’t you dare” but it was too late. I pitched it at him, hitting him square across the chest, snow spraying wide and into his face, making him recoil in surprise.  

“What a fucking bullseye!” He yelled in mock surprise. 

“I was a pitcher you know!” I giggled, gathering up another pile as he moved quickly towards me, throwing his gym back down on the ground. I fired off another one, hitting him in the stomach just as he reached me, grabbing me by the arm laughing and pulling me up, and lifting me off the ground in his hands, making me squeal in shock.  

Joe lifted me up over his head, holding me sideways as if I was a barbell and hoisted me straight up. “I’ll teach you to throw snowballs at me!” He laughed, grunting loudly as if I was a heavy load. Frankly, my slight 150-pound body was nothing for him. 

I clutched his hands, screaming in laughter as he raised me up and down, looking up at me with a wicked grin on his face before he finally lowered me into his arms and he sat down on the front step where I had been sitting before, with me still trapped in his arms facing outwards. 

“Okay, okay,” I giggled, squirming in his grip. “I’ll stop.” 

He nuzzled his face into my neck, barking like a little dog and released me. I stood up and moved to sit beside him, Joe bringing his big legs up to the step to lean on them as he watched me. “Thanks for shoveling.” 

I slapped his arm playfully. “You don’t have to thank me.” 

He leaned over and rocked his body into mine, giving me a slight shove and then looked out to the road in front of us. “The snow is nice. Its’ very romantic.” He whispered down to me. 

I moved as close to him as I could, wrapping my arm around his and leaned into his body. “Do you think your neighbours will mind if we sit like this all day out here.” 

Joe looked down at me. “I don’t care if they do.” 

I gave a little snort of laughter. “Of course you don’t, no one’s going to beat YOU up.” 

Joe raised his arm and draped it over my shoulder, pulling me into him closer and holding me tight. “Is that what you’re afraid of?” he asked me quietly. “Getting beat up?” 

“When you’re a small guy, going against the norm, you always think about getting beat up.” I wrapped my arms around his midsection, clasping my hands together at his side so I was hugging him. “Why do you think I’m working out so hard?” 

Joe squeezed me and looked around the street. I could see him thinking. “You know it’s no one’s business.” 

“Yeah, but do you see a lot of guys walking around holding hands? No one’s comfortable with it. Guys like you probably don’t worry about it because no one would dare say anything to you. I mean, look at you.”  

He gazed down at me with a sort of a sad smile. “I guess.”  

It was the 90s. Intolerance and hatred was still rampant. Rights for gays had yet to come about. And if you looked like Joe, no one would guess. When you looked like me, a smaller lean guy, I was a target. 

“I don’t want to hide, but I do see your point.” He said softly. “But I don’t want you to be scared or worry.” 

I smiled weakly. “Well, when I’m with you I’m not scared.” 

He leaned over and kissed me softly, right on our front step. “Then I guess you’ll just have to stay with me.” 

I giggled. “I guess so.” And in his one arm, he scooped me up and stood up, holding me like a sleeping bag tucked under his arm. “Wait, my coffee!” I screamed, pointing to the thermos. Joe laughed and bent his knees down so I could reach it. Then he moved back towards his truck so he could grab his gym bag he threw on the ground in his other hand, before he carried me hanging from his side back inside the house. 

He kicked off his boots, as did I from my propped position in his arm, and he continued to carry me around the house as he put his gym bag down on the island in the kitchen and started to pull out his large protein shake bottle. I was laughing the whole time as he showed no effort in continuing to hold me. He even took my thermos of coffee from me. 

“Are you going to put me down?” I giggled as he moved about the kitchen. 

He patted my ass and laughed along with me. “You want down?” He asked, stopping and looking at me. 

I nodded, and he smiled, moving out of the kitchen and down the hallway to our fully made bed and tossed me onto the duvet as I shrieked in delight. And then Joe was on the bed, crawling up towards me as I giggled and squirmed up the bed, seeing the look of lust in his eyes. 

I backed up to the headboard as he crawled over me, meeting my lips with his in a sweet kiss, both of us still smiling.  

“You feeling horny?” I asked in between kisses. 

He chuckled. “You know what working out does to me.” He leaned up and stretched his body up as he was on his knees over me and peeled off his sweatshirt and shirt underneath, showing off his sculpted muscular upper body. I couldn’t help but groan and instinctively reached up to touch his rippled abs. He pulled at my sweater as I held my arms up for him, and then moved back into me to kiss me, letting our bare chests touch. 

I always loved the feeling of Joe’s body touching mine, the way his skin felt, the instant heat that radiated from him to me. My hands moved up his smooth back, feeling the hardness of his muscles as his tongue searched my mouth for mine. My legs opened and his bulge in his track pants rubbed up against me. I let out a little moan as his hands dug under my back and he lifted me up off the bed into him as he leaned backwards on his heels. 

I wrapped around him, kissing him like mad. Joe was such a good kisser that I could simply stay in his arms and kiss him all day long. But the feeling of his large cock pressing up against me as I writhed along his body called to me.  

“Do you know how sexy you looked sitting on my front step when I pulled up?” he breathed into my mouth as I felt his hands slide into my track pants to feel my bare ass underneath. 

I gasped as his large hands cupped me. “Yeah? Well, do you know how sexy you looked with your winter hat on coming at me?” 

He gave a little growl and pulled his hands out of my pants, and brought them up quickly to my sides to push me backwards onto the bed. In a swift movement, he grabbed the waistband of my pants, underwear and all, and yanked them down off my body, leaving me naked on my back staring up at his massive body. 

His hands moved to my legs and slid upwards, meeting in the middle and grabbing my cock as he bent over and engulfed me in his mouth. I moaned loudly, letting my legs bend up and my hands landed on his wide shoulders. I lay there, letting my man feast on my cock for what seemed like forever. Joe loved my cock, and told me over and over again how impressed he was at the size of my dick for a guy my size. Just one of the many things he said he loved about me. 

He slid down, spreading his body out and letting his legs dangle over the end of the bed as he continued to suck on me, hearing me moan in pleasure. And then his scruffy face moved lower, licking my smooth round balls along the way as his tongue snaked down to my ass. He pushed me upwards, lifting my ass and bending me in half as his face moved into my hole, probing and licking in earnest. His stubbled chin moving along the insides of my legs causing even more sensations.  

My moans increased as he tongue-bathed my opening, his own groans and heavy breathing filling my area in warmth and vibrations. I held my legs back, letting him at me, his hunger fueling me on. Joe let his fat tongue lick me straight up my ass to my balls and back up the entire length of my 8-inch cock and locked eyes with me. He gave me a little smile and jumped off the bed and pulled his track pants down. His thick 9 inches of meat flopped out and smacked his abs hard on the way back up as he stepped out of his pants and pulled off his socks and came back onto the bed in a flash. 

He moved right in between my legs, grabbing them and holding them against his chest as he felt his way with his cock to the slickness he left. His eyes were on mine and we didn’t speak as he let his cock find its home. I breathed in deeply as I felt the tip of him touch my hole and press in slightly. The little grin on his face stretched up to the right as we kept staring into each other’s eyes.  

He felt the warmth of me start to wrap around the head of his dick. I could see it overcome him as he resisted the urge to just plunge deep into me. Instead, he held my legs together close to his chest and moved forward ever so slowly. My mouth opened as our eyes remained locked, and my hands moved to his thighs to brace myself. I could feel the muscles rippling as he slid so carefully in. I gasped at that first pop inside, but Joe was perfecting his ability to restrain, holding himself back to let me adjust naturally as his big cock stretched me open once again. 

The way he was moving so tenderly, the way his eyes were on me, and the look on his face as he did was already driving me wild with desire. My heart was pounding and my insides were on fire. After all the sex we have had, I lay there completely amazed that every time seemed to be hotter and hotter. My cock was throbbing in anticipation as he continued to slide in. And as he felt me giving way, and opening up for him, he moved forward with a little more pressure to push in me completely, causing a small drop of pre-cum to spill from the tip of my cock.  

“Mmmmm.” I heard him moan as he saw it. He held himself deep in me, his cock twitching in response to being buried deep inside me. He flexed it again on purpose, watching for the response in my eyes. And when he saw it, he did it again. 

“Fuck!” I moaned, reaching to my cock and wiping the drop of cum from the tip of my dick and licking it off as Joe watched me. “See what you do to me?” I groaned.  

Joe moved my legs together, and grabbed my feet, moving them to his mouth. He started to kiss the bottoms of my feet as his cock continued to throb inside me. I watched as he let his tongue move along the arch of my foot, before he held them in his big hands and placed them on his hard pecs. He leaned over me more, placing his hands in fists beside my sides and started to move his ass in a rhythmic humping motion, sending bolts of electricity through me and causing me to moan in sheer pleasure. 

Joe hung his head down over me, still staring into my eyes as he started to make love to me, slowly pumping my ass with his big cock. My feet were still placed squarely on his chest, my legs now bent with my knees at my face as he fucked me. My hands moved up his forearms and held onto the back of his arms, feeling the bulging muscles flexed tight in his triceps. My fingers searched each indent, each protruding pound of muscle as he held himself up over me, pushing me upwards with each deep but gentle thrust.  

When I smiled up at him, feeling the sensations shooting through me, Joe lowered his head to kiss me, letting his tongue invade my mouth and his cock to hit new depths. 

I groaned loudly as he hit my prostrate, fucking me so deep at this point with me bent like a pretzel under him. My hands moved to his ass and my fingers dug into him. “Oh my God right there!” I screamed out, feeling his big ass flexing with each pump. 

I started to shake as he continued his love making, continued his kissing, continued his staring into my eyes. “I love you.” He suddenly whispered. Hearing his voice, being under him like this, and feeling his cock hammering away inside me sent me over the edge so quickly. I squeezed his ass tightly, causing him to groan while he continued to drill me. I was shaking uncontrollably and knew what was happening. 

“I’m going to cum!” I yelled breathlessly but couldn’t see my own cock as my legs were bent in front of me. I felt it though and I dug my fingers into his ass as I grunted out my orgasm. I felt my cum shoot out, hitting parts of my legs and my chest and chin as Joe kept up his deep penetration. 

He felt me shuddering under him and unclenched his fists to spread his hands out beside me to brace himself. My hands were still on his ass and I could feel him pumping me faster. He never took his eyes off me as I watched the wave wash over him. 

“You ready for it?” He groaned, making me nod quickly as I hung on to him still. 

And in one loud solid thrust, he shoved his cock so far into me I gasped suddenly and FELT his cum flood inside me. I let out a loud “Holy shit!” and my eyes popped open as he held himself still, his head raised up to the ceiling as his entire body flexed tight. It seemed as if he was pouring every ounce of himself into me, filing me up completely. He relaxed for only a moment, and then humped into me again and unloaded more with a loud grunt. His ass clenched under my fingertips, and I held him tight, making sure he was in as far as he could go. He gave another thrust and looked down at me once again. 

His eyes returned to normal and he smiled, letting his head fall to mine slowly to rub his cheek against the side of mine. I moved my legs sideways as he lowered himself, feeling his body connect with mine, my cum squishing in between us as I hooked my ankles around his back and listened to his breathing beside me.  

He slid his hands under me, moving them under my back and holding onto my shoulders as his legs straightened out and he put more weight on me. He held his head sideways, facing me, his breath hot on my neck. “Am I squishing you?” He muttered, pants coming out of him as he slowed his heart rate down. 

He was, but I was loving feeling his enormous body on me. There was always something about him laying on me that made me feel protected and secure. He never felt heavy to me. “Nope.” I said, moving my hands up his broad back and hanging on to his shoulders. He moved one leg up, bending it under me, causing me to shift slightly off the bed and roll onto my side which reduced the weight on me. His cock twitched at that moment too, causing us both to let out a gasp of surprise, followed by a little giggle from us both. 

“It’s too bad we have to get up now.” I murmured, realizing we had the whole day ahead of us. Our last full day together before I returned to school tomorrow. 

“We don’t have to.” Joe’s deep voice mumbled beside me. “We could stay in bed for a little while more.”  

I kissed his shoulder, then turned sideways to see his eyes looking at me as he rested his head on the bed. He smiled when I looked at him, and his eyes sparkled. “We could.”  

He closed his eyes and snuggled into me. “I want to stay like this forever.” He looked like a big teddy bear, snuggling up against me, his smile giving him a boyhood glow as if this was his most comfortable position. He pulled me into his body more, holding me, pressing his naked body against mine, letting me relish in his body heat.  

“I don’t want to go tomorrow.” I heard myself saying.  

Joe opened his eyes and raised his head a bit. “Hey now.” He said quietly. “You do. You’re going to go, finish this semester, and come home to me.” He smiled and kissed my nose. “And I will make sure during these four months in between now and then, I will see my boyfriend as much as possible.” 

I felt my insides stir. Boyfriend. “I like that.” I said, squeezing him. “My boyfriend.” 

He smiled with me, and then reached his face up to meet mine in a kiss, his cock coming to life inside me again already.