Summer Landscaping Bonus

Towards the middle of that summer living with Joe, we headed up to spend a weekend at his father’s place. This was going to be my first visit to his dad’s place, and we were spending the entire weekend to help take care of the property and make sure the place was still intact. Joe was already on his father about selling the place and moving closer now to him and his sister since his mother died, but Joe Senior wasn’t quite ready to part with it just yet. He was only 70, and still quite fit and spry, still cutting his own grass and doing most of the maintenance around the place. I think Joe just wanted to feel like he needed to visit regularly to seem useful, and to make sure his father wasn’t too lonely since his Joe’s mother passed away last year.

We both took that Friday off and headed up Thursday night for the three-hour trek. I was still reeling with the weekend away we had, after seeing the musical Les Mis and spending a night at the old luxury hotel. I had been rather emotional after the play, walking so closely beside Joe afterwards, overcome with feelings. And then spending the entire night naked with him in the hotel room, languishing in the King sized bed, enjoying each other completely. It still felt like yesterday even though it had been a few weeks.

I recognized the main town when Joe pulled off the highway, and smiled sadly when we pulled into the cemetery. It wasn’t that long ago that Joe had brought me here to “meet his mother” after she passed away. My emotions were still on edge, and the sudden rush of remembering Joe bringing me to this cemetery the first time washed over me. He drove in silently, not even telling me where he was going because he knew I would remember. When he pulled up to the spot closest to her grave, he turned to see me hesitating, as if he could read my mind about whether or not I was supposed to come with him.

“Come with me.” He said simply, his deep voice sounding loud in the sudden quietness from his turned off truck.

I just nodded, and got out silently, moving around to the front of the truck to take his hand and walk with him to the grave.

Joe brushed twigs away and cleaned off the stone with his own hand as best he could. It was almost 9pm and just starting to get darker in the summer night air. I glanced over at Joe in his jeans and flip flops, remembering him huddled over the grave last winter as he introduced me to his mother as “the one.” Joe squatted down in front of the tombstone, silently crouched in his hunched position once again, playing with the grass on the ground. I stepped up behind him and put my hands on his broad shoulders, feeling his left hand cross over his body and grab my right one on him.

We didn’t say anything. I just stood there, holding his big hand as he stared ahead. Until he suddenly stood up, and turned his massive frame to me and hugged me tightly.

“Thank you.” He said, before he leaned down and kissed me, deeply. Then he patted my ass and turned back to the grave. “I’m taking him to your place Ma! To do unspeakable things to him!” he said laughing, scooping me up off the ground in one arm and carrying me sideways back to the truck as I giggled.

Joe’s smile stayed on his face for the next twenty minutes as we drove to his folks’ place. It was like seeing his mother’s grave made him happy for some reason. He didn’t really say too much until we were turning onto the street of sprawling yards and pointed to the one floor ranch up ahead.

“There it is!” He said as he slowed down to turn into the long driveway.

The Donato’s home was set back on a large property and I could see why Joe wanted to come help. Country living had its perks, with the expansive property and distant neighbours. The house was a one floor long light brown brick house, neatly kept and magazine worthy. I could see where Joe got his sense of upkeep as it looked similar to his own house. Well, our house.

The front door opened and Joe’s father appeared in a pair of jeans and polo shirt, looking like a slightly smaller, thinner version of my man. He held up his hand in a silent wave until we were walking up the walkway with our bags for the weekend. Joe had also insisted on bringing up food, so he was carrying the cooler that he had stocked full of necessities for the weekend. I noticed how his muscles were bulging in his tee shirt and I found myself breathing in deeply looking at him as we walked towards his dad.

“Junior!” Joe Senior smiled at the larger Donato.

“Hey dad.” Joe grinned, stepping past him into the house with the cooler. Joe Senior turned to me and winked and held out a hand.

“My boy! How was the drive?”

I shook his hand after flinging the backpack onto my shoulder. “All good sir.”

He just nodded and pointed for me to come inside.

Joe had already walked into the furthest area of the house to the kitchen in the back. It was a typical home, decorated like a grandparents place, but still neat and welcoming. It wasn’t long before I felt at home here too.

Joe Senior helped us put the food away, and Joe took me to the bedroom where we would be staying, grabbing me in the room and kissing me quietly before I pushed him off.

“Stop. You’re dad’s in the living room.” I whispered as he kept walking me to the bed, his big hands all over my body.

Joe giggled, before letting go and flopped on his back on the bed. “I can’t wait to get into bed with you.” He groaned quietly, letting his arms move up and down the bed like he was making a snow angel. “I’ve never had sex with anyone in this bed.” His grin was devilish, and he suddenly sat up and grabbed me, pulling me down onto the bed with him.

I laughed and rolled over on him, seeing the big grin on his face as he looked at me. “No one?”

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “Uh…..wait, do pizza delivery guys count?”

I smacked his chest and he burst out laughing. If I was the pizza delivery guy and Joe opened the door, for damn straight I’d be climbing on him. But Joe wasn’t that loose so I have discovered. Certainly not as slutty as I used to be.

“I’m kidding! NO ONE!” He said through his wide smile before rolling over onto me and pinning my arms to the bed. “No one ever mattered enough to bring here.” He added quietly, leaning over me to kiss me.

My body relaxed under him, his hands finding my fingers to clasp as we got lost in the feeling. Joe moved off me, rolling to my side while we kissed, breathing in air deeply as our bodies entwined. And then we stopped, and our noses touched playfully. His eyes opened and we smiled at each other.

“I guess we should go visit with your dad first.” I whispered to him. Joe kissed the tip of my nose and pressed his forehead to mine.

“I guess.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “But as soon as the old fart goes to bed, so are we!” He nuzzled his face into my shoulder and dug his arms under me to hug me tight. “Because I need to be inside you soon.”

I inhaled deeply, pushing him off me and rising up off the bed, tugging at my growing bulge. Joe stayed on the bed, feet on the floor as his legs rested off the side and he folded his hands across his flat stomach. “I need a minute.” He said with a grin, looking down at his crotch.

I shook my head and went back to the living room where Joe Senior was watching TV.

“You boys got everything you need?” He asked as I sat on the couch beside the armchair he was in. “Is Joey coming back or did he go to bed?”

I laughed. “No he’s coming. He just needed to put something away.”

Joe Senior gave me a smile and nodded. “Glad you got to come up this time. Joey’s being good to you?”

It was all so natural to talk to his father, never really having a father growing up. When I first met Joe’s father at Christmas, I was almost scared to talk to him. But this was one sweet and up to date Italian man, who didn’t seem to mind at all that his big hulk of a son was gay, and he welcomed me easily.

Joe returned in a pair of his grey loose fitting cotton pj pants and his Maple Leafs shirt, barefoot and looking sexier than ever. He grinned at me as he came and sat on the couch beside me. Directly beside me actually, so that our legs touched despite the room. His father didn’t seem to care at all. And when I moved slightly away from him, Joe only pulled me closer so that more of our bodies touched. As if he needed me to be so close to him.

Sitting together on the couch like lovers in the living room, watching TV with his father, felt so normal. Joe Sr. watched the news at 11 for about fifteen minutes before he got up and said it was his bedtime. He actually shook my hand again, saying good night, and then ruffled Joe’s hair, saying “Good night Junior” to him before he shuffled off down the hallway to his room.

Joe leaned into me, laying his head down on my lap and brought his legs up behind him on the couch to sprawl out. “Mmmmmm. Can we just stay here.” I heard him say as my hand went to his head and started to play with his hair.

I felt his arm snake around behind me while the other went down the side of the couch to my leg to hang onto my bare foot resting on the floor. Joe was like a big ape draped over the couch and me, his arm dangling off the side as his legs curled up, his head now comfortable on my lap.

“It’s so nice to have you here.” He murmured as we stared ahead at the TV. I was fingering a strand of hair, feeling his hard skull underneath, just smiling. I looked down as he raised his eyes to me, his mouth turned in a big grin. “I love it when you play with my hair.”

“I can see why you like coming here. This is a beautiful spot.” I said, looking out the large front picture window at the large front lawn. There was no outside noise, just the sound of the TV. It seemed like the perfect spot to get away from everyone. And I knew why his father didn’t want to leave.

I smiled, bending down to kiss his forehead. “Let’s go to bed.”

He was up off the couch so fast, lifting his legs and practically leaping off it. I watched his bubbled ass in those pants move as he grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV, then the lights, followed by him checking the front door.

“Go on and I’ll turn everything off.” He whispered to me as I headed down the hallway.

I went to the bathroom first, brushing my teeth quickly, putting out our stuff when Joe came in behind me. He looked at my reflection in the mirror over the sink as he stepped up, wrapping his arms around me as I rinsed, bringing his scruffy face to my cheek and grinning at me in the mirror.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing my neck. I could feel his cock at my lower back, growing.

I smiled at his handsome face in the reflection. “I love you too. Come to bed and I’ll show you just how much!” That made him giggle.

I left him in the bathroom and headed to our bedroom, pulling the covers down and stripping my shirt off. I was down to my underwear and crawling into the bed when Joe came in, already shirtless, and closing the door behind him.

“Mmmm. There’s my sexy boy.” He joined me, crawling into bed with his pj bottoms still on, his knees on the bed moving towards me as I moved onto my back.

Joe crawled over me, moving one big leg over mine as he leaned down to kiss my flat abs gently, making his way up my body as my hands went to his bare shoulders.

“I’m going to try to be as quiet as I can,” he whispered between kisses up my torso, “but I can’t make any promises.”

I breathed in, feeling my eyes closing at the feeling of his soft lips on my skin. As he neared my neck, his large paw gripped my crotch, feeling the hardness of my cock already for him as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and began its licking journey upward.

I moaned a bit as his grip intensified and his mouth followed my neck up to my chin. He bit me gently, smiling as his eyes opened to see mine looking at him. And when he kissed, there was nothing stopping us this time. I brought a leg up on him, resting my heel on his lower back at the top of his ass as my arms circled around his big body and I pulled him onto me. I loved the feeling of his body, all 6’4” inches of him. He remained over me, on his knees, the palms of his hands resting beside me as I clung to him. He was massive, weighing almost 250 pounds now of solid muscle, so that when I tried to pull him down to my 150 pound frame, it was more like me pulling myself up to his body, off the bed as he remained still.

I could feel my body arching to be with his as he let me connect with him, smiling widely as I clung to him. My other leg wrapped around him and I was completely off the bed hanging on to his body. He put one arm around my back and lowered himself down a bit so that I was touching the bed but not with the full weight of him.

“I’m making love to you slowly tonight.” He said quietly to me before his lips parted mine and his tongue slid into my mouth once again. I groaned into him, feeling his erection rubbing against my abs through his pants as my legs slid down over his ass and hooked onto his thighs.

“I can’t wait.” I breathed out, my hands moving roughly up his back, over his rippling shoulders to his thick neck. I let both my hands grab the sides of his head, gripping his hair in my fingers and holding his face still as we kissed. I was already on fire for him.

Like a pro, his one hand slid between us and pulled my underwear off my body easily, smoothly, like we rehearsed it. He could rock to one side, holding his body up over me as I he pulled at them all the way off my body. I brought my feet up again to his waist, and used my toes to dig into the backside of his pj pants, pushing them down over his glorious ass to free the aching monster between his legs. Joe growled lowly into my mouth as I slowly shoved his pj’s down his legs with my feet. He brought one knee up at a time to step out of them, until we were both naked.

Joe stretched his big body out over me, pushing my arms straight up before his hands slid down my body underneath him. Those big hands found my midsection, and parted my legs, hooking the back of my knees over his biceps and spreading me wide for him. He slid up further, finding my mouth again and bringing my legs with him, planting his hands near my shoulders and rocking me backwards a bit to tip my ass into the air. He pulled away from my mouth to lean back and let a big gob of spit fall from his mouth onto my twitching hole.

“You want me baby?” He said softly as his lips returned to mine and I could feel his hard cock gliding up my ass.

I nodded, grabbing my ankles to spread my legs wider as they remained on his arms. He used his hips to get into position, and grinded that cock against my ass until the tip of his cock was dancing around my waiting entrance.

He went up on his toes, raising his big body over me for a better angle. His hips went into memory mode, and he closed his eyes to kiss me deeper, letting his cock find its own way inside me.

I gasped when that thick head breached me. I let go of my ankles and grabbed the sides of his ass, letting him know he was sliding inside me. My fingers dug into him, making him groan a bit. He loved it when I grabbed his ass hard. I took another deep breath in, biting his lower lip as he pushed forward, spreading my ass open for his thick 9 inches of meat.

“Holy fuck you are tight tonight.” He moaned into my mouth, kissing the sides of my cheeks before coming back to my lips. He bit my upper lip as he sunk in further, my fingers grabbing the mounds of ass flesh harder as I pulled him into me further.

He sank all the way in with one gentle push, his mouth leaving mine as he moved upwards over me until I was face to face with his left nipple. I squeezed his ass tight as he waited for me to adjust to the girth of his cock inside me, my mouth opening up to bite on his light brown nipple. My legs widened, feeling that he was all the way in me. I looked up, seeing his head looking down at me and I nodded.

Joe started to move slowly, hanging on to the headboard above me with one hand, staying where he was so far up over me and feeding me his chest. He was so big that I just stared at his face above me, watching me as he slowly started to pump, making sure I was feeling every thick inch. I smiled, getting into the steady slow-motion rhythm as we silently made love.

That was how I loved Joe fucking me. That slow, drawn out, almost careful love making. That was what made me cum hard. Our eyes locked, our bodies connected, the intensity resonating completely through us. And when we needed to try to keep the sounds silent, it only made us more passionate.

Joe arched his head back as he drove his cock into me completely, almost pushing it in even farther making me arch back myself. I was still hanging onto his big ass as he clenched it, making sure I could feel the tip of his cock deep in my guts. He looked down at me again, a half-smile on his face as our eyes glazed over in the feeling. So when his big hand let go of the headboard and grabbed my neck to pull my face to his, I closed my eyes and let the feelings explode around me.

I lifted my legs higher, letting my entire body wrap around Joe’s as he continued his steady pumping into me. The way he was kissing me, the sounds of his breathing, and the way he was gripping me told me he was getting close. That just excited me more.

“Fill me up big guy.” I moaned quietly into his cheek as his face slid down the side of mine.

He reached under me and grabbed my ass in his mitts and fucked me harder. “Yeah? You want it?” He groaned into my neck quietly, slightly panting at the increase in exertion.

I pushed my abs upwards, letting the friction of his hard body grind against my cock between us as the pressure inside matched the feeling on the outside. I wrapped my arms around his back and hung on, letting the motion of his body take me over the edge.

I turned into Joe’s ear and breathed into it. “Fuck the cum out of me.”

He growled, squeezing my little ass harder and I could feel the headboard lightly banging the wall as he maintained our position. I opened my mouth wide, letting my hot breath flow into his ear as I moaned out my orgasm. Joe’s body pressed into mine, his washboard abs doing their trick against my cock rubbing between our bodies. I dug my fingers into his back, hearing the grunts of pleasure from him as his thick cock pulsed inside me.

I started to shake as I felt my cum rising and Joe’s mouth found mine again. “Do it!” He moaned before covering my mouth with his, hungrily kissing me as he held my tinier body under him until I moaned in his mouth and exploded.

Cum shot out of my dick in spurts, spreading between our bodies in a warm mess as Joe’s cock continued to drill my ass. My fingers moved downward, scratching their way to his ass to grip his meaty flesh yet again as I felt his own breath increase.

I was shaking still, muttering out “oh my God” over and over again as quietly as I could as I grunted through the remaining thrusts until Joe slammed into me quicker. He arched up, letting his head strain upwards and his big neck puffed out. He rammed his body into mine hard and stopped, looking down at me as he spilled his load inside me.

He shook a bit, letting his mouth hang open as he gave a small grind with his hips, letting more shoot from his dick, and then again until he shuddered down onto me, his mouth kissing my shoulder as he curled around my body.

I connected my feet around him, locking my ankles around the top of his ass as he shivered a bit more, breathing heavily but as quietly as he could, letting the last few drops milk out from his still thick cock in my ass. I kissed the side of his sweaty face and purred like a cat as he shifted to the side so he didn’t smother my body with his, wiping his forehead and resting to the side of me, still embedded in me.

“Well that was intense.” He said quietly, letting his breath sigh out of him in heavy pants. He went to pull out but I stopped him.

“Wait…not yet….” I groaned, keeping my legs around him and moving with him so he couldn’t escape just yet.

He growled and smiled at me, moving his face into my neck. I could feel his tongue and his lips kissing and licking me, making me squirm as his beard tickled me and I giggled. “Give me a minute and I’ll fuck you again.” He mumbled into my ear.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of his lips smacking against my skin, his heavy panting as he slowed his breath down, and the feeling of his hand roaming over my body. A permanent smile was on my face as I felt his cock twitching in me, still thick and still ready for more.

We lay silently, caressing and enjoying the afterglow, his father’s house so quiet. Not a sound outside could be heard, and inside it was just our breathing. So when Joe’s mouth found mine again, and his hand moved down to my own cock, I could tell his was awake again.

He pulled me over as he rolled onto his back. My legs clung to him to ensure that he wouldn’t slide out of me. But as I rolled over with him, I could feel that thick 9 inches growing yet again and I knew that there was no fear of him slipping out of my hole. I sat atop him, looking down at his massive pecs rising slowly as I placed my hands on them. His sweet smile on his face matched the way his eyes were looking at me. He was ready for another round.

And so was I.