Summer Landscaping Bonus

I looked at my watch: 11:20am. Sandra would be here in about a half hour.

Joe had just plopped himself down in the living room on the sofa with a second cup of coffee as I placed the last of my contents by the door. We had just finished tidying up from breakfast, after we cleaned up the rest of the place and I packed my remaining belongings.

We spent a long time in the shower together this morning, as Joe fucked me intensely and then we spent time admiring each other’s bodies with soap and kisses. I think I licked every inch of my big muscle man in there. We were shocked to realize that it was almost 10 when we emerged, hungry for food. Joe quickly cooked up a brunch for us as I gathered my stuff to pack. We ate together in his kitchen at the island talking about the school. I told him which residence I was staying in once again and rewrote it on a piece of paper and stuck it on his fridge. I also left him a copy of my timetable, which wasn’t too bad for a third-year student. I only had 1 night class this semester (Monday) and no classes Wednesday afternoon which made for a nice mid-week break.

Joe talked about a promotion at work he was in line for, which would take him off the streets and more in the office. If he got it though, and I was still working next summer with my landscaping company and they still had the Hydro contract, he wouldn’t be the one to oversee the fields.

It seemed odd talking about next summer with him. It was too far away, and I was trying to focus on the next three or four months. We cleaned up from brunch, and I started packing the rest of my stuff before joining him in the living room.

He was dressed in a pair of light grey lounge pants and a loose dark grey shirt, barefoot, his dark hair styled with some paste and his beard trimmed short, sitting in the middle of the sofa sipping on his coffee when I came in and flopped down beside him. I had a pair of dark grey track pants on and a short sleeve white t-shirt. I snuggled up into his side and tucked my legs under me as my head rested on his chest.

“All ready?” He asked, draping his arm around my side and patting my ass beside him.

I nodded. “I think so.” My hand moved up his flat stomach to his other pec and started rubbing him.

“I know this sounds a little overprotective,” He said quietly, rubbing his hand up and down my back as I laid against him, “but can you call me when you get there? If your phone is connected?”

I smiled into his chest. “Yes of course.” I sat up then, looking at him. “You know, my own mother didn’t ask me to do that, and she thinks I arrived yesterday!”

He smiled. “I guess I love you more.” I couldn’t resist that smile and I bent down to kiss him.

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You probably do.”

He smiled sadly at me. “Your family life sucks Brian.” He said quietly. “I am so sorry you had to go through everything you did. But look at you,” he rubbed my hair playfully. “You turned out pretty darn good!”

I laughed. “So far anyway!” I curled back up into his side, and his arm found its position wrapped around me, pulling me in tighter to him. I didn’t want to leave. This feeling was just so right, so perfect. But as I lay there snuggled into his solid frame, I thought about Joe and how he must be feeling too. I was being selfish, thinking only about me when I should be thinking about him as well. If, that is, he was feeling the same. “Are you going to be okay?” I said so quietly I wasn’t even sure he heard me.

Joe took a deep breath in slowly and let it out, before he said, “No.”

He pulled me in tighter and my heart broke. He was feeling the same as me and didn’t want me to leave.

To break the tension, he chuckled and playfully rocked me beside me. “But I’ll survive I promise. I’ve done it this long on my own.”

I hugged him, my arm across his hard waist. “I know the feeling.” I hesitated, and then added, “It’s okay if you meet someone…” but he cut me off.

“Don’t.” he said firmly. “Don’t even think that I would, okay?” I could feel him looking down at me, but I didn’t look up to see. “I’m not interested in anyone else. You’ll be back at Christmas. It’s only four months.”

I sighed. Four months is a long time, I thought.

I pushed myself up and looked at him, with a soft smile. “I love you Joe. You know that. I am going to miss seeing you every day.” I managed to say without crying, even though I could feel the tears coming.

He pulled me into him then, forcefully, to his lips. We kissed hard, both his hands coming to the sides of my head as mine went to his. We were sucking in air deep as our tongues found each other’s. I could have kissed him like this for hours.

I slid over, straddling him, and could feel his cock hardening underneath me. Mine was hard, struggling to break free from the material. His big hands moved down my back to my track pants and his hands went right into them, grabbing my ass cheeks, pulling my pants down a bit. I wriggled a bit, and then reached down in between us to massage his dick through his pants. Our kissing became even more intense as we started feeling each other.

“Please.” He said simply and I reached into his pants and grabbed his hard cock with my hand. He let out a gasp and he lifted his ass off the couch and slid his pants under his butt, freeing his cock. He brought his hand up to his mouth and broke our kiss for a split second to spit on his fingers, then slammed our mouths back together again as I felt his fingers massaging my ass.

“Yes.” I whispered as I stroked his cock, spitting on my own hand to massage it in. I needed to feel him again, one more time. I needed him inside me.

As we kissed, I lifted my ass up and moved closer, over top of his dick and sat down, feeling it in between my cheeks. He groaned and grabbed it with his own hand and held it straight up, pointing at my ass as I squatted back on it. I opened my eyes to see his opened, looking at me as he continued to kiss me. We stopped for a moment, as our eyes locked, and I could feel his cock knocking at my gate.

When the tip found the spot, I eased downward on it as he held it in place to guide it in. We resumed kissing passionately as I lowered myself down, down, down his thick shaft, all the way to the base. We both let out groans as the feelings overtook us.

With my feet planted on the couch beside his hips, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hands on my exposed ass, I started to push myself up and down as he guided my ass slowly. Our mouths were locked in a deep embrace, our tongues swirling around as I rode his cock slowly.

I leaned back, stopping our kiss to look into his eyes. “Just like this.” I said. “Slowly.” His mouth hung open as he looked into my eyes, enjoying the sensation and the build up from this slow fuck. I rocked up and down on him, ensuring that he was plunging all the way in before I slowly rose up to almost the tip of his dick before sliding back down. Up and down and up and down we went in slow, methodical rhythm. If we stopped kissing, it was to rest our foreheads on each other and stare into our eyes.

We kept this slow pace for twenty minutes. Not speaking. Not changing the speed. It was one slow, passionate build up.

“I’m yours.” I whispered to him, holding his head in my hands as I started to feel the insides of me boiling. He sensed it too and with his mouth open, his grip on my ass tightened.

“Oh my God Brian.” He moaned, looking at me. He clutched at me, trying not to increase his speed as his eyes widened, his mouth dropped open more, and he started to breathe harder, fighting every instinct to simply grab me and fuck me hard and fast. Instead he kept up the same steady slow pace as he began to feel the beginning of his orgasm, his eyes locked in mine. “Holy fuuuuuuuccccckkkk” he groaned as his body started to shake, his hands holding me so tight, and his forehead pressed against mine. And then, with one loud guttural shout, “FUCK!!!” he started to flood my ass once again with his cum as his body went into convulsions.

I arched back, holding on to him tight as his entire body trembled under me and a thick shot of my own juice erupted from me onto his shirt as he continued to shake and shudder under me. I then quickened my pace and slammed down on his cock again and again as I continued to expunge my load, holding onto his head as I too convulsed to completion along with him.

I sank down onto the base of his cock at last and pressed my forehead into his, trying to catch my breath as he did the same. His hands were still clutching my ass as I gyrated slightly, bending into him to kiss him again. We leaned into each other, panting hard, holding onto one another in a death grip. “Holy fuck,” he panted into my neck. “That was fucking intense.”

When I pulled back, I looked up at the clock in his living room. It was 11:55am. “Fuck, it’s almost noon.”

He sat up and looked down at his cum soaked shirt. “Looks like I have to change!” He chuckled. “What about you?”

“Depends on how well I get this thing out of my ass!” I giggled.

With that, he spread his legs and stood up, holding me on his cock in his muscular arms and walked us to the bedroom like a penguin as his lounge pants were at his knees. He made it to his bedroom where he pulled me up and off his cock, letting his dick bounce away from my ass. He gently put me down and I disappeared quickly into the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t dripping any of his cum out of me.

I returned to see him shirtless, his lounge pants pulled back up as he fished for a new shirt to throw on. He found one but paused when he saw me come out dressed again. He smiled, looking at me. “You look like you just had a big dick stuffed in your ass.”

I punched him in the gut, which he was ready for and had already braced himself for it. He grabbed my arm and bent down to kiss me. “I’m kidding. You look fine. Maybe a little flushed.” And as he kissed me again, the doorbell rang.

Our eyes locked together. We hadn’t had our proper goodbyes yet. And I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this in front of Sandra. “Put a shirt on.” I smiled at him, slapping his pec as I moved to go answer the door.

I greeted Sandra at the door, and we did our hugs hello and immediately started to gather my stuff to load into her car, trying to look like I didn’t just have a big dick stuffed into my ass. We had made one trip with stuff and as we got back to the door Joe had appeared wearing a different tee and his running shoes, bringing out a couple of my bags towards us.

“Sandra this is Joe.” I simply said, already establishing previously that I was staying at my “uncle’s place” and hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions.

Sandra smiled and said “Hi” as we passed him, Joe heading to her car in the driveway, us moving to gather the rest at the front door.

“Holy shit Brian your uncle is hot! Is he married?” she said, turning back to look at him from behind.

I laughed. “Actually no.” I grabbed the last item, my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I didn’t have much to bring since I was moving into another dorm room.

Sandra stood at the door and watched Joe place the three items he was carrying into the open trunk of her car. As he started to walk back towards us, she sighed. “Does he like younger women?” She asked, tilting her head in an obvious stare at him.

“He’s way out of your league Sandra. Nice try.” I pushed her forward and we headed back to the car. As I passed Joe, I hollered to him, “That’s it. This is the last of them.”

He stopped dead and said, “Oh.” And turned to watch us. Sandra slammed the trunk down as I threw my backpack in the backseat. I shut the car door and came back around to the driver side where Sandra was standing, Joe a few feet away on the grass. I didn’t know what to do, or how to say goodbye like this.

Joe smiled at me. Then turned to Sandra. “You drive safely and remind him to call when you get there.”

Sandra smiled, almost flirting. “I will! It was very nice to meet you Joe.” She opened her car door and went to get in when Joe looked back at me.

“Did you get the waters in the fridge?” He raised his eyebrow at me.

I took the hint. “No!” I said, not realizing I was holding my breath. I turned to Sandra, “I’ll go grab them. I’ll be right back.” And with that I followed Joe into the house.

As we walked in, Joe kicked his shoes off and headed straight to the kitchen, so I followed him. As soon as I made it in, he turned and grabbed me, hugging me tight. We stayed just like that for a few minutes, holding each other, not saying anything. And then he let go slightly, and bent down to kiss me tenderly, softly, slowly.

“I love you.” He said, holding me again, pressing my face into his chest.

I took a deep breath, holding back my tears. “I love you too Joe.”

Then he released me, opened the fridge door and took out two water bottles from the fridge. “Call me when you get there.”

When I looked up into his eyes, they were watery. As were mine. He gave a weak smile and told me to go. I nodded, taking the water bottles from him and started for the door.

“Hey.” He said as I opened the front door. I turned back to see him standing against the doorway to the kitchen, his hulking body taking up the entire door frame. “I’ll see you sooner than you think.” His smile was genuine, his eyes still watery as a single tear rolled down the one side of his face. “I mean it.”

I nodded, but I was unable to speak. I turned to Sandra who was in her car, but not looking up at me. I looked back at Joe and memorized his face, the shape of him, from the top of his now messed-up hair, down to his big bare feet. “I hope so my man. I love you.” I said as I started to go.

“I love you more.” He said.

And I shut the door and headed to the car, trying not to let my emotions overwhelm me.