Summer Landscaping Bonus

Graduating

“You ready?” Joe asked, all 6’4” of him standing at the front door in a collared shirt and dress pants, looking mighty fine with his trimmed beard and bed head sculpted hair. He looked like he stepped out of a catalogue, the way his body filled out his clothes – every definition of muscle in his upper body outlined by fabric and on display; the curve of his ass and the size of his thighs in the form fitting pants. Even his dress shoes made his size 13 feet complete the picture of perfection. 

I nodded, flattening my own dress shirt and adjusting my tie. I caught my reflection in the mirror and noted how good I looked. Now I felt like an adult at last. 

“You look absolutely perfect.” Joe said from the front door, giving me that sexy grin. “If we didn’t have to head out…” He growled at me. “What time does it start?” He laughed, trying his best to get in something before we started the three-hour drive to my convocation at university.  

I was 23, finally finished university, and had already landed a job not to far from home with Joe. Life with Joe was officially starting. 

“One o’clock.” I said as I glanced at the clock. It was just before 9am, and we were heading back to the university for my graduation on this mid June Wednesday. We booked a hotel near the university and planned on spending the night there for a little celebration one last time. Plus we didn’t want to have to drive the three hours back and be exhausted Joe took the rest of the week off as vacation, and said we could have our own vacation back here at our house on Friday. There was nothing else to do up there, as I had said goodbye already to my rented place at the end of May after my final year.  

The rest of my final year was uneventful. I had no other issues with Grace’s boyfriend after he punched me in the face and Joe basically scared him. There was only one other moment with Dean, when he seemed to ask me a lot of questions in a different way about guy on guy action, but otherwise he left me alone, and eventually got dumped by Grace not too long after Christmas. From the way he was talking and asking questions, and the way his dick got hard when he was around me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was off hooking up with some guy on the side. He looked at me differently after meeting Joe, realizing that you didn’t have to be a flaming queen to be into men. He asked me a lot of questions about Joe afterwards, as if he was interested, but he steered away from me for the next couple months until I didn’t see him at all after Grace smartened up and dumped his ass. A hot ass at that, I’ll give him that. Too bad his personality wasn’t the best.  

Joe visited me regularly during that last year of school as he said he would, and I returned to our home when I could so it made the year fly by. Sandra kept begging me to make Joe walk around shirtless whenever he was over just so she could see him in his glory, and he did give her a show a few times, with her telling me how lucky I was. 

And I knew it. I was the lucky one. 

“You good?” Joe asked, seeing me staring into the mirror with my moment’s reflection. This was it, after all. Graduation. But I knew what he was implying. 

I let out a big sigh and nodded. “It’s just a ceremony.”  

Joe moved over to me and stood behind me in the mirror, looking at my reflection as he bent down and wrapped his big arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “It’s your graduation and it’s a big deal. And that’s why I will be sitting there cheering you on, even if your mother isn’t.” 

I looked back at him in the mirror as he kissed my cheek and hugged me very tightly. I pretended it didn’t bother me that my mother had said she wasn’t coming, as it was in the middle of the week, and too far to drive. “Besides, it’s just you walking across a stage to get a piece of paper. You can show it to me when you get back.” I could still hear her over the phone when I was giving her the details. Joe on the other hand, immediately booked off work and found us a hotel.  

My 5’9” frame looked so small compared to Joe’s as his big body enveloped me in the mirror, and I smiled back at him in the reflection. “Thanks Joe.” I said.   

Joe turned me around and put his hands on my shoulders, giving me a soft kiss. “You’re going to be the hottest one there…” He smiled and kissed my forehead. “…with the hottest boyfriend.” 

I gave him a light punch into his rock-hard abs that just made him flinch, laughing at me as he stepped away and grabbed our overnight bags and headed out to the truck. I watched his perfect ass disappear out the door and followed suit, happy that it was a beautiful sunny day and hoped the weather was just the same 3 hours away. 

As always, the drive with Joe seemed like nothing, casually talking and laughing. He did a fantastic job making me forget about the absence of my mother and stepfather, or my real father for that matter. All I really needed was Joe. 

We grabbed a bite to eat along the way, and made it to the university for the outdoor ceremony with a half hour to spare. I headed off to the area for graduates to get ready, leaving my big Joe to fend for himself and find a seat to wait for the Spring Convocation to begin. I chatted with my friends, congratulating them all on their new found jobs like me, and got into line alphabetically for the long process. 

And when I walked out on the stage, I spotted Joe right away in the crowd, off to the left so he could watch me walk across. He was an imposing figure in the crowd as always, and the sight of him beaming at me and clapping the loudest made me blush. I’m so lucky, I thought again to myself, giving him a big smile and a little wave after I received my diploma and was heading off. He wiggled his fingers at me and blew me a kiss. 

We checked into the hotel around 4:30 once everything was done and we escaped the crowd. We both knew what we wanted and didn’t need to say anything as we walked casually to our room, bags in hands. As soon as the door was closed, and we dropped our bags, Joe picked me up and carried me to the King bed and fell on it with me. 

“Congratulations sexy!” He yelled. Side by side we lay there, my hands on his big pecs, my eyes on his face, his leg over mine, pulling me closer to his body. 

“How do you feel?” He grinned at me, fixing a strand of my hair and letting his fingertips brush lightly down my face. 

I shrugged. “No different really.”  

He leaned into me and parted my lips with his tongue, opening me up for a gentle kiss, his big hand now holding my head. He opened his eyes and pulled back, lowering his chin and spreading his mouth in a bigger smile. 

“Now how do you feel?” 

I giggled and moved into him, kissing him again and rolling him onto his back to move over him. He moved his legs off me to allow me to climb over him, straddling his waist as his one hand moved up to hold my tie. My ass rested on his flat stomach, my hands on his chest, as I leaned slightly forward on top of him. “Right now I am feeling quite frisky.” 

His eyebrows raised and his other hand moved to my thigh. “Really? I’m sort of tired.” 

I smacked his pecs, making him giggle and he sat up quickly, grabbing me around the waist and holding me against him as our lips met again in a more passionate and frenzied kiss. Joe’s hands went all over my back and grabbed at my ass as we made out, my legs now around him as we sat on the bed, me in his lap. We were both fully dressed, but already my hands were at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. But Joe had other plans. 

He moved off the bed with me in his arms, effortlessly stepping up and lifting me up in the air with him. Then he turned around and tossed me onto the bed. “Stay there!” He grinned and kicked off his black dress shoes and quickly went to our overnight bags. I stared at his ass as he bent down and unzipped the one, pulling out a bottle of champagne with a flourish. 

“Aw!” I said, sitting up watching him search for two glasses in the hotel room.  

“I didn’t get ice yet.” He said, and then held up a finger. He put the bottle down and grabbed the ice bucket and the key and went running out the door in his black dress socks. I gave a little laugh at the sight of him tearing off and kicked off my own shoes from the bed and waited for his return. 

He appeared in a few moments with a full ice bucket and a more subdued bulge in his crotch. I sat up on the big bed, moving to the edge to let my legs dangle from it as Joe set the bucket down and started to unwrap the top of the bottle. 

“This, my little man…” he started to say as he began untwisting the wire around the cork. “…is the least I can do right now to congratulate you.” 

I smiled at him. “It’s really no big deal.” 

Joe’s eyes widened at me and he stopped as he put a hand on the top of the cork and started to twist the bottom of the bottle until it POPPED off effortlessly.  

“Uh, not a big deal?” he said holding the smoking bottle. He looked positively sexy standing there in his dress shirt and pants. His shirt was unbuttoned a few, revealing his chest a bit, his sleeves now rolled up over his big forearms, his wide feet covered in black socks. “You just graduated from university, with honours, and landed a job with a company in your very field of study. THAT mister, IS a big deal.” He gave me a look, as if he was going to add “no matter what your mother thinks” but stopped himself. 

He grabbed a glass and poured carefully and then plopped a couple ice cubes into it, watching to make sure the fizz didn’t overflow before he handed me a glass and poured himself one. I felt the bed shift to his side as all 250 pounds of him sat down beside me, and he held his glass up to mine. 

“I am so proud of you.” He said quietly, looking at me with a big grin. “Here’s to your future successes.” He clinked my glass and I went to drink but he stopped me with a “ah ah!” 

I looked at him, hearing the fizzing sound come to a slow end as our eyes met. 

“And here’s to a lifetime of happiness with the man I love.” He added with his dopey smile. 

“I’ll drink to that.” I said sweetly, leaning in to give him a kiss on his big lips. He smacked them loudly and we toasted again and took a swig of the bubbly liquid. Joe finished his fast and grabbed my glass and stepped to the counter to put them down before returning right next to me.  

“Now where were we?” He groaned, letting a big arm wrap around me and pull me down with him on the bed. “I believe I have a university grad here I need to get inside.” He growled at me, making me giggle as his beard scratched the side of my face and his mouth came over mine. He pulled me up to the top of the bed easily, our legs getting tangled in each other as our bodies came together. Normally I would be the one to start undressing Joe, knowing how much I loved his muscled body. But it was Joe who rolled me over onto my back with that evil grin of his and his mouth started to travel down my body, kissing at my shirt and found its way to my groin. 

His big hand came over it, massaging my bulge and feeling my cock growing at his touch. “I don’t think I’ve ever made love to a university graduate.” He joked. I rolled my eyes as he groped me. 

“Oh please, I’m sure you have.”  

Joe’s eyes looked up at me, those soft large brown eyes as his mouth breathed on my crotch. “Fucked, yes. Made love? Nope.” He grinned and I watched his big fingers work at my belt, unbuckling it and sliding it out of my pants. Then he opened my buttons, and slid my zipper down, peeling back the dress pant material over my black Calvin Klein underwear. “Oh? What have we here?” He moved his hand over my bulge, feeling how hard my cock was already and put his mouth around it again, letting his hot breath seep through my underwear to tease me even more. “Is this your diploma or are you just happy to see me?”  

“Stop it!” I giggled as his finger slid under the leg and connected with my smooth balls. I breathed in deeply at the first touch, Joe’s eyes watching me. His other hand pulled at the waistband and he lowered it, just enough to see the top of my dick poke out. I had a perfect looking cock, according to Joe. Completely straight, very thick – about 6 and a half inches around as he measured one day – and the head of my cock was the perfect shape atop my dick, as if it was from a painting. His words, not mine.  

“Yeah, there it is. Perfect looking cock.” He growled and slid up a bit to get his lips to it. He kissed the tip, gently, before I could feel his long thick tongue flick over it. His hand grabbed the shaft and squeezed as he used his teeth to lower my underwear a bit more. I could feel his stubbly beard scratching down on my dick, making it come alive as he freed it. And then his head was everywhere – licking the base, nuzzling my balls, tonguing underneath them, until he was taking my cock all the way down his throat.  

To watch Joe suck my cock was like watching a football player knit a sweater – it’s not something you’d expect to see, but you were mesmerized by it. He was good at it, and certainly loved my tool. But he was just so masculine, so muscular, that it almost seemed like everyone else should be worshipping him and his big cock, rather than expecting him to do it to me. And when Joe got into it, he could suck me for hours. Again, his words. But I also knew once he started, there was no stopping his mouth or where it would go. 

And as expected, he was flipping me over after a few minutes and letting that long tongue of his find my ass. He pulled my pants down to my knees and pulled my ass up in the air a bit to get into my crack. Joe was a master at rimming, and said I had the hottest ass he’s ever tasted. He kissed and sucked and licked my hole until I was begging him to fuck me. Always. Every time. But today, he wanted to prolong the inevitable.  

He pulled my pants off me roughly, almost hungrily and flipped me over again and dove down on my cock. He was certainly in a pleasuring mood. I watched his mouth slip off my cock, leaving it wet with his saliva, and work his way down my leg, kissing my practically smooth muscular legs to my sock. He peered up at me and grinned, peeling off my dress sock on my left leg first and then sucking back my toes. I groaned as he did it, as my feet were super sensitive and ticklish. Joe knew it, and loved to tease.  

He moved to the other leg and did the same, building up the anticipation as he peeled off the right foot and then licked the entire bottom of my foot as he held it in his giant hand. He was kneeling on the bed between my legs, still completely dressed, the huge bulge in his pants showing me how turned on he was as he tongue bathed my lower half. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at me and pointed to my upper body as he dropped my foot down.  

“Next.” He said and crawled up me, kissing my abs and letting his hands move upwards to begin unbuttoning my shirt. As my shirt opened, Joe’s lips were kissing the newly exposed skin. Until his forehead was under my chin, and he spread my dress shirt open wide and met my lips with his. I felt him tugging at it and I had to sit up a bit as he pulled my shirt off me, leaving me completely naked under him. 

“Much better.” He growled as he let his tongue lick down my neck and to my chest. He worked my nipples, playfully biting them, licking them, tonguing them and groping them with his big hands, until he flipped me over again and I felt his big legs straddle me under my ass. Then he smacked my ass, making me give a shout of surprise before his large strong hands started to massage my back, sending me into a quiet state of relaxation. 

“Feel good little man?” He asked a couple minutes in. 

I let out a muffled “YES” as my head was buried in the pillow. I heard him chuckle and he continued, kneading my shoulders so well with his powerful hands. 

He worked his hands lower, sliding his ass down my legs a bit more as those hands went to my ass, and he started to knead my muscles there too. I instinctively opened my legs a bit and his thumbs started to sneak into me teasingly. And then his mouth was in me again, licking and spitting into my hole I started to groan loudly. 

Joe then leaned over me, covering me with his clothed body and brought his lips to my ear. “You want me baby?” He whispered into me as he dug his cock into my ass. I could feel how hard he was in his pants, and his tongue snaked out to tease my ear as he breathed on me.  

“Yes.” I hissed back in lust, bringing my dazed head out of the pillow to try to see him. Joe just kept kissing my ear and gyrating on me, until he pushed himself up and I heard the zipper of his pants. I felt him smack my ass with his cock, already thick and heavy. He teased my hole with it, sitting back on my legs and poking it in between my cheeks. He moved forward a bit closer to my ass and I could feel him guiding it to my slick hole. I was ready for him alright. 

He pushed the tip of his fat cock at my hole and held it there, and then leaned over me again, holding himself up on his hands, his cock in place ready to plunge in. I turned my head around to see he was still completely clothed, just his cock was out of his fly and he was ready to slide into me. He looked so hot over me I actually growled.  

“Tell me you want it.” He said softly at my ear. Just the deep gravelly voice in my head was enough to make me open up wide. I grabbed his wrist beside my head and groaned into the bed. 

“I want it big guy. I want you!” I moaned as he pushed forward a tiny bit. I could feel my ass resist at first, but then his slick cock opened me up more and I moved my leg wide, just to feel the head of his cock poke in. 

Joe inhaled over me and lowered his head to my ear again. “You were the hottest one walking across that stage today.” He pushed in a bit more and I gripped his wrist tighter, feeling that entire head pop into me. Then he stopped, almost teasing me cruelly by not ramming right in. I was shaking, waiting for it all. 

He kissed my shoulder and I shivered at the sudden sensation.  

“I couldn’t wait to slide inside you today.” He kissed my other shoulder, then brought his mouth to my ear again and whispered, “I am so proud of you.” 

With that, he slid inside me all the way and I let out a loud groan and arched up, pushing myself upwards against his body as he sank into me all the way. 

“Oh yeah, there it is.” He moaned, pulling me into him with one arm as he held his body up over me with the other. His massive bicep was flexed under my chin as he squeezed me tight and made sure he was buried deep inside me. He held himself there, neither one of us moving, except for the flexing and throbbing of his cock in me, which I believed he was doing on purpose. With each twitch of him, I groaned more. 

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered, his voice like some powerful magician that made me do or say anything. 

“I want you to make love to me.” I groaned back. 

Joe growled lowly and started to pump ever so slightly. The sudden movement made me gasp again and I held on to his wrist tighter, just as his hold around my shoulders and neck tightened.  

“What else do you want?” He purred in my ear as he humped me. 

“I want you to marry me. Make me your husband.”  

Joe growled louder in my ear. “Oh baby, you know I want that too.” He picked up the pace a bit and kissed at my neck. 

“I want to be with you always.” I continued, turning my face sideways to feel his nose against my cheek. “I only want you.” I opened my mouth and wrenched my neck around to find his lips. Those lips that were so thick and soft, so tender when they touched mine. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and we kissed deep as he moved his hips into me. And then he was off me in a flash and flipped me over in one quick movement, onto my back. 

I could see his cock, fully erect and pointing up and out of his pants, his big balls hanging out in a perfect dick shape as he grabbed my legs and held me open. He felt even sexier clothed, as my hands moved over the smooth material, feeling the hardness of his body underneath. He crawled forward on his knees, and used his hips to navigate his cock towards my hole and drove it into me once again, producing a big gasp as he stuffed me full once again. 

I grabbed his waist and felt him rhythmically pump into me like an erotic dancer. His eyes were now on mine, watching me as he moved back and forth, that slight grin on his face as our eyes met. He leaned into my leg by his face and kissed the side of my calf before pulling my feet into his chest and pressing them onto his pecs, bending my legs and leaning forward.  

Then he spread me wide open again, pushing my legs out and leaning into kiss me as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper, picking up the pace a bit but not wanting to make it too rough just yet. I grabbed his back, pulling at the material of his shirt until it came untucked from his pants and I could feel his bare skin at last. I slid my hands underneath his shirt, letting my hands ride the muscles I was feeling until I had his shoulders in my hands and I held on. 

Joe didn’t stop kissing me. I felt him drilling me harder and faster, and I could hear his breath increasing. I knew he was getting close, so I wasn’t surprised when he sat up, leaning back on his heels and slowed right down. “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He grinned at me, watching his cock sliding almost completely out of me, before he slid in slowly. His eyes roamed up me, taking me in until our eyes locked again. “You are so fuckin’ sexy naked, you little stud.” He laughed and leaned over to kiss me again. 

I clawed at his now loose shirt. “Take this off!” I begged, but he just gave me that evil grin and pushed his cock into me all the way and held it there. He was hard, and thick, and I raked the front of his shirt with my fingers as if I could rip the material with my imaginary talons. Instead, I grabbed it and started to undo the buttons, making Joe giggle.  

“Need to feel my muscles baby?” 

I nodded. “I need to feel your SKIN!” I yelled back, whipping open buttons fast, just to get at that body of his. I could see his pecs first, that cavern between them, the dark hairs splayed over it. I looked down his shirt to see the rippling 6 pack of his covered lightly in short dark hairs. Fuck he was one sexy hunk of a man, I thought to myself as I pulled at the last button and opened his shirt. I pulled it over his massive shoulders and he sat back to take it off, flexing those big pecs for me unintentionally as he worked his huge arms out of his dress shirt. His cock was still buried inside me, his pants still done up at the waist. So when he was shirtless, sitting in front of me with that devilish look on his face and his muscles dancing above me, I went wild. 

My hands went right up to his nipples and I grabbed them, twisting them and then splayed my fingers over his bulky pecs, making him growl loudly. He grabbed my neck and pulled me up to one, making me suck on his nipple like a baby and I loved it. He started to move again, slowly pushing his hips into me in a slow motion as he groaned above me, holding me onto his pec. 

My hand went around to his bare back, feeling each crevice and mound of muscled flesh as I came off his tit. He glared down at me and pushed me down dominantly and leaned over me once again and really started to thrust his hips into me. 

“That’s it baby. You want my load in you?” He grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head on the bed and held them together with one hand. His other hand grabbed my cock between us.  

My mouth opened in shock at the feeling. “Oh my god don’t! Or I’ll cum!”  

Joe gave me that half grin and he started thrusting even harder, matching the jerking motion of my cock. He was going to fuck and pump the cum right out of me. 

He watched my face and waited for me to explode. He was timing it, pumping carefully into me, watching the expression on my face. My mouth was open and my eyes were locked on his. He started nodding, as if he was giving me permission to cum. 

And I did. 

I arched as the first shot erupted from me faster than I expected. Joe let out a growl and a “holy fuck!” as I let it fly. He pumped my cock with his giant fist and squeezed as more juices flowed from me. I wasn’t finished when his eyes half closed and his face went slack.  

“Oh fuck baby here I cum!” He growled loudly and let his head fall back and his chest puff out. He grunted loudly, gripping my cock tight and shuddered out his orgasm directly into my guts. I grabbed his pecs with both hands, slapping them hard as he continued to buck into me, letting it all out. As he calmed down, his eyes opened and peered down at me, that half grin back.  

I exhaled loudly and slid a hand around his neck to pull him down to kiss me. He grinned widely as he teased me with his lips and tongue, making me reach for him to kiss me properly. And when our mouths connected, he smothered my body with his, his bare chest connecting with mine and smearing my cum all over us. His cock remained locked in me, my ass squeezed tight around it that I didn’t think he would be able to pull out even if he tried.  

Joe moved slightly and I could feel his cock start to retreat. I gave a little whine, but he let it happen and moved to the side of me when he was free, after a big sigh from both of us. I looked down and could see his pants still on, and even his socks.  

“I think that’s the first time you’ve kept your socks on!” I giggled.  

Joe looked down and lifted a leg in the air. “I think you’re right.” He then pulled at his sock and ripped it off, showing me his big wide perfect looking bare foot. Then he bent his leg and grabbed at the other one and did the same, and then moved his bare foot to my naked leg to run along my calf. “Better?” he giggled tossing them to the floor. 

I loved Joe’s feet. “Yeah, but you still have pants on!” 

Joe just shrugged and rolled onto his back more. “What can I say. I couldn’t wait any longer.” 

I turned sideways and curled into his body, looking down to see his cock still half hard and lying sideways outside of his pants. Even somewhat soft, Joe’s cock was huge.  

“Well then next time, you’re completely naked. And I get to have my way with you.” 

Joe turned his head to me and smiled wide. “Deal. I’m going to need the attention after all that effort!” I smacked his stomach, making him curl up in surprise. His arm came around me and pulled me into his body as he gave me a noogie with the other hand. “But first, we eat!” Joe sat up and jumped off the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants and zipping up the zipper. I rolled over onto my stomach and wiggled my ass at him.  

He saw what I was doing and smacked my bottom hard. 

“Nice try sexy but I need food or else I’ll become very, very angry.” He grinned, picking up his shirt from the floor and snapping it in the air as if to unwrinkled it. He moved to the duffle bag and pulled out his jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt. I watched as he pulled the shirt over his head, and then stepped out of his pants and jumped into his jeans. He headed to the bathroom as I got up and grabbed some similar clothes, eyeing him as he walked back towards me.  

Joe in jeans and bare feet was enough to turn any guy gay. But he was all mine. 

“What?” he said, seeing my grin on my face. My eyes looked down at his feet, and I thought, when we get back from eating, he’s all mine alright.