Summer Landscaping Bonus

Punched

Once again, when the summer ended, I headed back to school three hours away rather reluctantly as I didn’t want to leave Joe at all. It was my final year though, and I declined returning to residence and being part of councils to live off campus with Sandra and a friend of hers in a one floor three bedroom house. At least this way, Joe would have a comfortable place to stay with me when he came to visit, as he promised he would this year. We had come so far in our relationship, and the thought of leaving for my last year of school was heartbreaking for both of us.

After a perfect summer, working as much as we did and enjoying living together, it was hard to leave my big man. But with only 8 months to go of school, and a place that Joe could stay at on the weekends, it didn’t seem as hard to leave this time as I thought it would. Maybe it was because Joe and I felt so solid. Maybe it was because I could see the end in sight. Or maybe it was just knowing what I had to look forward to: finishing school and starting a career, living with the man I loved with a lifetime to look forward to.

Joe and I moved my stuff up on the final weekend in August alone. Money was suddenly no problem for me to worry about as Joe bought me a Queen bed from IKEA for my new room so it fit in the bedroom and could fit most of him when he visited. At 6’4” and 250 pounds of solid muscle, he needed space. It was not the King bed we had at home, but it would do. Being his little assistant as he put the bed together at my new rental house just made it even more special. I never had a dad around growing up, so Joe was turning into my mentor in terms of manly things like putting furniture together, or cleaning a lawnmower, or working some power tools.

The start-up to school was smooth and as we neared the end of September, Joe was planning his first weekend visit. Sandra had a boyfriend at this point, some big meat-head named James who she met in a bar back in April after exams. Apparently he was great in bed, so Sandra told me after their first encounter. And he was smarter than he looked. Our new roommate Grace was a friend of Sandra’s from residence, who then became a friend of mine through association over the past year, and was a perfect fit for our new formed trio. Her latest boyfriend was a different story.

Dean was a hot guy, and he knew it. Where Grace was a petite, extremely intelligent woman of Asian descent, Dean was big and broad, built like a football linebacker and kind of dumb. Well, actually, he was dumb. Rather stupid to be exact. I think he only survived school through the help of friends, and his supposed athletic scholarship to a certain degree. But he was loud, arrogant, and your typical frat guy – always drinking, always partying, always driving around with loud music. I had no idea what Grace saw in him. But from the sounds from her room when he stayed over, he knew how to please her.

I didn’t really interact all that much with Dean for the first few weeks, due to the busyness of school and prepping for our courses and his infrequent stay overs. It was towards the weekend that Joe was coming up that things sort of took a turn.

Dean arrived with Grace after a night class on the Wednesday night, and Sandra and I were sitting together in the living room. Dean was wearing his baseball cap backwards, making him look even more like a dick tonight than usual as they came in, Grace announcing that they were going to grab some food from the kitchen and then head to bed. Sandra and I had ignored them, except that I noticed that Dean was wearing a nice pair of jeans that hugged his big dump truck ass nicely and wasn’t wearing socks as he kicked off his shoes. If he wasn’t so stupid, I’d probably think he was a smoking hot guy. But then he opens his mouth, and the feeling is gone.

Sandra and I were talking about this upcoming weekend, and that she was going to be out on Saturday till Sunday, giving Joe and I some uninterrupted time as Grace was also planning on spending the night at Dean’s place. Grace was half listening from the kitchen and she hollered to us about Joe.

“Is he coming on Friday night?”

“Yeah!” I yelled back, then noting the frown on stupid Dean’s face.

“Who?” He asked no one in particular.

Grace turned to him in the kitchen and smiled. “Brian’s boyfriend is coming this weekend. I can’t wait to meet him.” She gave a little giggle to me and wiggled her fingers, making me blush. But it didn’t last long as Dean stepped out from the kitchen and stood behind Sandra and me.

“Your ‘boyfriend?’ What…you’re a fag?”

I felt my face burn as I looked up at his dopey face. He had this little sneer on his face as if he suddenly viewed me with disgust. But I think I was looking at him with even more disgust.

Grace came out of the kitchen and backhanded his gut. “Dean.”

He looked down at her, his sneer widening. “What? I had no idea.” He looked back at me and let his eyes roam up and down. “But I can see it now. Just keep your fruity eyes to yourself.”

I let out a big sigh and gave a chuckle. “No worries there dude.”

Sandra gave a little snort, but Dean’s eyes squinted and he took a step closer to me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I met his gaze and held it. “You’re not my type.”

Dean stood up tall, puffing out his big chest and put his hands on his hips as if this couldn’t possibly be true. “Oh yeah? Real men not your type? You like the little fem boys do you?”

Sandra gave a louder snort. “Uh, not true at all. Joe is definitely not a fem boy.”

Grace smiled wide. “I can’t wait to meet him.” She winked at me as Dean continued his macho stance.

“Joe? That your boyfriend?” Dean’s sneer returned. “Doesn’t sound like a gay boy’s name.”

“Oh trust me, he’s not your typical gay guy.” Sandra said, trying to ease the tension a bit as she noticed me glaring at Dean.

“Do you have a problem with this?” I asked rather bravely. “Because last time I checked, this isn’t your house.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he held his hands up as if looking for something. “Like I said, just keep your fruity eyes to yourself and I won’t have a problem.”

I took a deep breath, and sneered back at him. “And like I said, no worries there.”

Grace took Dean’s hand and pulled him back to the kitchen, leaving Sandra rolling her eyes at me. Luckily, Grace and Dean didn’t hang around long, and we only had to see Dean occasionally that night as he wandered into the kitchen to grab water and food, or as he emerged to use the bathroom. I relaxed into the evening, ignoring the sounds of Grace’s moans later on and fell asleep until that next morning.

I had no morning classes, but I knew that both Grace and Sandra did early. I still got up early enough after they had left and went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast and lounged in the living room with my books and the TV on. I didn’t even think that Dean would still be around.

He came out of Grace’s room in loud thumps, and I froze as I heard him head to the bathroom first. I was reading one of my texts when he appeared around the corner in just a pair of boxers. He looked every bit the part of the beefy bull he was, a smooth barrel chested, slightly rounded hard gut, wide shoulders and big ape arms. His legs were just as thick and meaty. He was a pretty built guy, and like I said, if he wasn’t such an ass he would be attractive. But instead, he was just a jerk, and he looked angry.

“Mornin’ fag.” He sneered at me as he strolled past me into the kitchen. I thought about grabbing my stuff and taking off to my room, but this was my place and I would be damned if some meathead was going to scare me away with his teasing remarks.

I glanced sideways as that big ass of his passed by and I could hear him give a little chuckle.

“Yeah, look all you want fag. You’re not getting any.”

I gave a little snort and didn’t engage, but this only seemed to egg him on as he grabbed a bowl of cereal and came into the room and sat across from me in the chair, as if he was just waiting for me to say something. He didn’t say anything, just sat there chomping on his raisin bran staring at me. I ignored him as much as possible, until he spoke again.

“Is this killing you right now? Me sitting here in my underwear? Trying not to look?”

I looked up at him and he had this evil half smirk on his face. I gave a loud purposeful sigh. “Not at all. But the noise from you chewing is distracting as I’m trying to study.”

He held the spoon up and gave me a look. “So sorry. I’ll try to keep my mouth closed if you will.” He spread his legs wide and slid his ass down a bit to show off his crotch while watching me. I didn’t break his gaze, but rolled my eyes instead and went back to my book.

I heard him give a little snort which made me look back up at him briefly. He was still sitting there staring at me, with that half smile on his face.

“So you don’t like big guys like me?” He suddenly said, letting his spoon drop in his bowl. “Prefer little fruity guys? Is your boyfriend a little fem guy?”

I huffed and stood up, grabbing my stuff and making an obvious display that I was leaving. Dean stood up and set his bowl on the table in front of me and moved closer.

“Don’t leave on my account. Just curious about what makes a little fag like you drool, that’s all? Never been around a gay guy before.”

I had enough. “Is that why you’re sitting here in your underwear? Trying to entice me?”

He poked a big finger into my shoulder. “I’m no fag.”

“Yeah? Cause you’re looking at me like you’re one.” I blurted out.

I had never been punched in the face before, so it came as quite the surprise both in the sound and the feeling. Nothing like a movie punch, with that satisfying sound. This was more a slap sound, with his big fist connecting with my cheek in a fast, darting motion. The pain was immediate, and the stars and lights were real as I fell backwards from the blow onto the couch I had just risen from.

“Fuck you princess. I only sink my cock into pussy, not some little faggot ass.”

I opened an eye to see him standing over me, his fist still clenched and his boxers tenting. Either he was lying, or just punching me got him aroused.

“Yeah?” I said trying to work my jaw loose. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

He went to punch me again but I kicked him in the gut, sending him backwards in surprise. I wasn’t some puny little pipsqueak after all, and had some strength to my size. The last few years of working out paid off and I was not going to take this from a big bull like Dean. He stumbled a bit backwards before he regained his composure and I could see the big tent in his shorts. He tugged at the waistband of his boxers and adjusted himself discreetly, glaring down at me with his fist raised for another blow. I sat back against the couch, ready for it as I seemed trapped by him, but instead he just looked down at me.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me again you little fag or I’ll knock you out next time.” He was actually growling at me, and seeming to enjoy the way he was towering over me. I stayed put, looking up at the ugly face on him and waited to see what he would do next. I wasn’t sure if he was going to punch me again, or by the look of his boxers, rape me, or just wait to see what I would do.

But then he stood up, grabbed his boxers again and adjusted a bit and grabbed his bowl and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t move, just listened to the sound of his big feet tramping around until the sounds faded into Grace’s bedroom at the back.

I let out a big breath and held the side of my face. Fuck that hurt! I thought as I stood up and went to the freezer. I found a frozen bag of corn and put it to my face and went to my own room and closed the door and shoved a chair up against it. I could already see the bruise appearing in the mirror and thought I actually might get my first black eye.

“What a fucking asshole.” I mumbled to myself, trying to sound brave. But I was far from it at this moment as I started to shake.

I hid out in my room until I heard him leave. I went to my afternoon classes and when I got home later that night, I grabbed the phone and called Joe. He knew something was wrong the moment we said hello.

“I’m fine.” I protested as he threatened to come right over after I told him what happened. “You’re coming over tomorrow, so there’s no need to come now.”

Joe gave a loud sigh and I could hear him suddenly stop moving. “Are you sure? Cause I will come over and beat the living shit out of that prick right now…”

I did admire the sense of my man coming to my rescue to beat up the enemy, but it also wasn’t my style. “Joe…I’m fine. I can handle him.”

“Obviously not.” He countered.

“Uh, to be fair I didn’t see it coming, but I did give him a good donkey kick that surprised him.” I gave a fake laugh, which actually hurt on the side of my face. I already had a nice bluish tinge to my cheek, and there was a nice dark circle already forming around my left eye.

“Did you tell Grace what he did?”

I knew he was going to ask me that, and I cringed at the question. “Not yet.” I admitted. Truth be told I hadn’t seen her yet. I waited for Joe’s disapproval.

But instead of a disapproving tone or lecture, he simply asked, “Are you going to?”

I inhaled and slowly let it out. “When I see her. She needs to know.”

“He sounds like such a prick!” Joe blurted out. “What does she see in him?” Joe knew neither of them, having only met Sandra a few times over the past year, but I talked enough about Grace that he seemed to know her.

“I think he’s got a big dick.”

“He IS a big dick.” Joe countered. I heard him sigh again, and his voice lowered. “I’m so sorry Brian.”

I frowned into the phone “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“Because I wasn’t there.”

I scrunched my lips together and took a moment. “Joe, I’m fine. Really. I’m tougher than I look.”

Joe gave me a little giggle. “Well that’s true.” His voice sounded more normal and I could hear him sitting back and relaxing now as he continued. “You are one tough little bugger. But look, I’m coming up as soon as I can tomorrow. I know you don’t have classes in the afternoon so…I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He arrived at 1:30pm, six hours earlier than we had originally planned.

Neither Sandra nor Grace were home when I heard the truck pull into the driveway, and I bounded to the door to greet him. He looked good, dressed in his casual Friday work gear – a crisp white collared shirt and faded black jeans with his work boots. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms, making him look like he stepped out of a catalogue. His beard was trimmed short, almost off, but the stubble was filling in already giving him that manly look. And all 6’4” and 250 pounds of him bounded towards me faster than ever.

He grabbed me and hugged me tight and walked me backwards into the house where he could kiss me properly behind closed doors. I literally jumped into his arms and he carried me in, kissing me hungrily and growling at the same time. It hurt a bit to kiss, which he seemed to notice right away and pulled away to look at the side of my face.

“Ouch.” He said quietly, letting his big thumb run over the bump so tenderly it actually made me shiver. “I’m going to fucking kill that prick.” His eyes looked from mine to the black circle around my left eye and the yellowing black bruise over my cheek. “He got you good.”

I gave Joe my best ‘now, now’ look, but turned my face away and leaned into his chest to hug him tighter than ever. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He stood there for a moment, just holding me in his arms silently, until he set me down and he went back to his truck to grab his bag and some food he brought. He kicked off his boots at the door and joined me in the living room, where I had a bottle of water waiting for him.

He sat beside me on the couch, staring at my cheek with that sad look on his face. But I ignored those glances and just talked for a bit with him until we heard the front door and Sandra appeared.

“Oh hey! You’re here early!” She said as Joe stood up to give her his polite ladies welcome.

“Good to see you again Sandra.” He smiled and I could see her blushing. Sandra loved Joe, and always flirted with him, even though he was all mine.

“You too Joe. Uh, warning…I think Grace is on her way home too….” Sandra looked at me as if she was inquiring as to how much I had told Joe. I just closed my eyes and nodded at her. “…with Dean.”

“Thanks!” I said. Perfect, I thought.

Joe sucked in some air and put his hands on his knees as he sat back down like a dad waiting for a late teen to walk through the front door.

“Maybe it would be better if we went to my room.” I said, taking Joe’s big hand and tugging at him to stand up. Joe eyed me carefully, but got up slowly, letting me pull him along down the hallway to my room where he dropped his bag on my bed and let out a loud exhale.

“I hope you’re not hiding from him.” Joe said lowly. His face was serious, and he looked at me through squinted eyes. I’d never seen him like this, so tense and stiff. He stood by the doorframe, hands in his pockets making his shoulders look even more large and stared at me.

“I’m not. I’ve already told him off.” I said, moving to my bed to sit down on it and looking up at my big man. I felt safe with him here, but at the same time I was scared about what Joe might do. I never thought he could be so scary.

Joe inhaled deeply and let it out slowly through his nose while he looked down at me. “I can’t believe he hurt you.” He said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.

I looked up at his face, and saw the soft look now on him as his eyes looked at me. His bottom lip was scrunched up into his mouth, making him look downright sorry. I shook my head and stood up and went to him. Joe pulled me into him and hugged me tightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He whispered into the top of my head and kissed it, before he pulled my head back and let his thumb run gently over my black eye.

I held on to his wrists and smiled up at him, feeling the tenderness of my bruised cheek as I did. “I can take care of myself you know.” I said, almost believing it. Joe smiled and kissed my forehead as the sound of the front door opened and I heard Sandra saying hi to Grace. The big thuds of her boyfriend sounding after it. I felt Joe stiffen as he held me.

“Just stay here for a minute.” I said, giving him the look. I watched him submit, and I directed him to the bed where he sat down, his big legs spread wide as he leaned back on his elbows. I held up a finger to him, pointing to him to stay and went out to the living room alone.

Dean was following Grace into the kitchen when I rounded the corner, Sandra eyeing me suspiciously as she sat on the couch with a textbook. Grace heard me and turned to smile, saying hello, when she saw my face.

“Oh my God Brian, what did you do to your face?” Grace stopped and stared at me, her mouth hanging open. I glanced over at her big lug of a boyfriend, who turned to look at me with a grin.

“Maybe you should ask your boyfriend.”

Grace frowned and turned to Dean, who was standing dumbfounded behind her. He glared at me, pursing his lips together, as if I was tattling on him to mom. His eyes flicked down to Grace so he gave a little snort.

“Oh I accidentally crashed into the little guy yesterday. He banged into the wall.” Dean raised an eyebrow at me.

I gave the snort this time and folded my arms. “More like your fist crashed into my face.”

Grace shot back at Dean. “You punched him?”

Dean mocked innocence. “The little fag was coming on to me…” He stuttered before I let out a loud laugh.

“Nice try…” I said with some conviction.

Dean pointed a thick finger at me over Grace’s head. “You were checking me out and you know it. Got a glimpse of a real man instead of his fruity little boyfriend. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I taught him a lesson.”

Grace turned back to me with a little questioning look just as Joe appeared around the corner and stood behind me, towering over me. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at Dean, who now looked somewhat smaller than before.

Joe was a couple inches taller than Dean, about 40 pounds bulkier than Dean, and all round wider than Dean, who’s mouth was now suddenly open.

“I think you need to be taught the lesson.” Joe’s deep voice came behind me.

“Who the fuck are you?” Dean shot back with an incredulous look on his face.

“I’m the fruity little boyfriend.” Joe smiled at him.

Dean’s mouth dropped open further and a little sound came out of his mouth. “Uh….”

“You fuckin’ clocked me for no reason asshole!” I suddenly shouted at him, feeling the strength of Joe behind me. “You’re a bully, and an asshole, and this is my house!”

Dean looked down at me, then back up at Joe for a moment. He shut his mouth and swallowed hard. “Look man, just keep your eyes to yourself and I won’t have to…”

Joe moved so fast none of us had any time to react. He lurched forward, grabbing Dean by the throat and backed him up to the wall. “I think you’ve got your stories mixed up.” Joe snarled at him as he held Dean against the wall. Dean’s hands were on Joe’s thick wrists, and he had a look of complete shock that anyone would grab him. “So cut the crap and grow up.”

Joe loosened his grip on Dean, allowing Dean to exhale loudly and give a little awkward chuckle. “Alright alright….just relax man….”

Grace folded her arms and looked at Dean whose eyes were darting around to everyone in the room.

Joe pushed Dean’s head against the wall lightly, just enough to remind him that he still had him by the throat. “So what do you say…man….I think you need to come clean.”

Dean gave another awkward laugh, and tugged at Joe’s hand around his neck but there was no moving it. “Alright!” He said, glaring at Joe. Joe relaxed a bit and let go, but stood directly in front of Dean so that he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Dean’s eyes looked over at me and then to Grace, before they landed back on me. “Alright man…I’m sorry. Okay? I was picking on him, and he pissed me off…” Dean looked up at Joe briefly before looking at Grace. “I punched him for no reason.” He added quietly.

Grace gave him her own punch in the shoulder. “He’s my friend! Don’t you ever pick on him!”

Dean’s eyes rolled a bit before they landed on me again. “Look I’m sorry, okay? It’s just that…well…” He let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry!” Dean’s eyes looked up at Joe who was still glaring down at him.

Joe leaned in closer. “I think you need to learn some tolerance. Not all fags will put up with your shit. Me especially.” Joe got right in his face. “You ever touch him again and I’ll be the one you deal with, understand?”

Dean looked scared and nodded quickly. “Seriously man, I’m sorry…” he said quietly, looking like he was going to cry. It was a great sight, even little Grace looked like she was going to beat the shit out of him later.

Joe backed away and moved quietly out of the room and back to my bedroom, leaving Grace to look back at me with a look of sadness in her eyes. I just shook my head at her, letting her know it was okay and that I was fine, before she turned back to Dean who still looked downright scared.

“THAT’S your boyfriend?” Dean asked quietly to me before Grace smacked him again on the arm, making him actually recoil. He didn’t look at me again, just backed away into the kitchen as Grace followed him in.

“You okay?” I heard Sandra say behind me as I turned. I nodded at her and went to my room, where Joe was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

I closed the door and he looked up, looking angry still. He rubbed his hands on his jeans and gave me a fake smile. “You okay?”

I stood in front of him, moving his legs apart so I could get in close to him as he looked up at me. His hands went to my waist and he pulled me in closer to him and hugged my waist.

“I’m okay. Are you?” I gave a little giggle as my fingers went through his hair.

His big brown eyes peered up at me and he gave me a grin and nodded. “Yeah I guess. I’ve just never been so….ANGRY like that before….” He shook his head slightly, peering back up at me and letting his hands roam up my back. “Just the thought of that prick hurting you….”

I sat down on his one leg and curled up in to him. “It’s okay, really. I should have seen it coming.”

Joe wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against his chest. “No one should have to see it coming. For no reason. He’s a stupid idiot who needed to be brought down a peg or two.”

“Well I think you did that. Actually, I think Grace is going to do that!” I giggled.

Joe kept looking at me and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I gave him a quick kiss, that turned into a longer one as I sat in his arms. When he pulled away he put my head against his chest and lay backwards with me on the bed.

“You know…I think I went into full on protection mode. I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone like that before. See what you do to me?” He giggled, letting his hand glide over my back until I sat up and moved over his body. He looked good lying on his back on my bed, underneath me. I leaned over and let my hands grab at his big pecs as I stared into his eyes.

“My hero.” I grinned, making him give me a goofy grin back. “Coming to my rescue. Beating up the bully for me.” I let my fingers move to the buttons of his white shirt and started to undo them slowly as he watched me. I could feel his bulge growing under me as I sat my little ass back on his crotch. The grin on the side of his face was growing.

“Is this where you thank me?” He whispered to me.

I opened up his shirt, glad to see that there was no undershirt underneath, just his big muscles, the light hair feeling soft under my fingers as I slid my hands over his flesh. “Depends on how much you missed me.”

Joe chuckled and let his hands glide up my thighs to my waist, where he adjusted himself under me and positioned my covered ass directly on his growing cock. “I think you have an idea how much.” He grinned at me.

I tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his black jeans to spread it open wider. “I think I need to get you naked.”

Joe sat up quickly, letting me push the shirt over his giant shoulders and down his massive arms. His mouth found mine in a soft kiss, still afraid to kiss me hard due to my cheek.

“We just have to be quiet.” I said quietly as he pulled my shirt over my head and our chests connected. The feeling of his skin against mine made me moan lightly as I shifted to wrap my legs around his waist. We sat there, bare chested, kissing quietly, me in his lap clinging to him as he sat on my bed.

“I’ve missed you.” He said softly in between kisses.

“Well I’m glad you’re here.” I kissed the sides of his cheek, down his neck to that spot on him that made him growl at the base. He gave me a low satisfactory groan as I kissed that spot and he moved to find my lips once again and moved me onto my back.

Our clothes came off slowly, Joe taking off mine first, kissing every inch of exposed flesh on me as if it was the first time he’s touched me or seen me naked. He moved gently, purposefully, making sure that I was not making too much noise as he kissed my entire body. He flipped me onto my stomach and spent some time kneading my ass, his tongue burying itself into me to moisten me. And when the bed shifted and he stood up to take his own pants off, I laid there like a model waiting to be painted.

Joe climbed back on the bed naked, his big muscled body covering mine and his big hard cock sliding in between my ass cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and I spread my legs open for him as he moved his cock up and down my ass.

“I need to be in you.” He whispered into my ear. “I don’t know how long I’ll last but I just need to be inside you right now.” His voice was soft, almost pleading as I felt him on me.

I groaned into him and kissed his forearms as his dick moved into position and found its way home. I gasped as he pushed into me forcefully, unable to wait any longer. I gripped his wrists as his stubble tickled my neck and he opened me up for his cock. And I let out a loud groan as he sank all the way inside me.

“Shhhhh,” he said into my ear as he let me adjust, letting the weight of his body press me into the mattress. He felt so good, both inside and outside that I didn’t want him to move. I found his hands and held on to him tightly as I shifted, giving him the signal that I was ready.

He moved gently, slowly, with a careful purpose. He wanted to make this last, even though we both knew he wasn’t going to be able to. It had been too long since we’d been together. And even my own cock, pressed against the sheets on my bed, was responding to this steady rhythm.

He tried not to thrust too hard, he tried not to make a sound. But the bed was creaking a bit, and the headboard was banging against the wall at times so he slowed down even more. I turned my head around and squirmed under him, giving him the sign that I wanted to turn over. Joe went up on his hands and knees and lifted his body off me, pulling his cock out of me swiftly and watched me flip around on my back. I opened my legs and grabbed his ass and pulled him back into me. His dick found its way in automatically and he slid into me, all the way to his big balls in a muffled grunt from both of us.

Joe lowered himself down on me again and this time covered my entire body with his, pulling me into him into a ball underneath him as he moved his hips faster into me. His mouth clamped down on mine as he wrapped me into him, moving his hips into me faster now. This was now a pure fast fuck. And we needed it.

He grabbed my hair at one point and pulled my head back as his tongue licked down my good side of my face and he found my neck. He grunted into me, picking up the speed in a quick rabbit like plowing. I dug my fingers into his back as I felt him nearing the end. Without a word, he drove into me deeper than ever making me give a silent grunt as he flooded me, holding himself up proudly as he spasmed his lower body into me more. I let my hands run over his chest, down his heaving abs until I found my own cock.

“Don’t move.” I said quietly and started to jerk, pushing my ass back against him. I could feel his cock twitching still inside me still as he held my legs, looking down at me catching his breath. Every time he flinched, his cock moved in me and I could feel myself getting closer.

“Cum for me baby.” He grinned down at me. That smirk, that voice, the way his big hands slid towards my centre to my cock sent me over the edge.

“Oh God….” I moaned quietly and lifted my hips up, feeling his cock still buried in me. I let my cum fly out, shooting over my entire chest as Joe groaned and started to rub it into my skin as more flew out. He bent over me and started to lick it off me before moving to my mouth and kissing me. I could taste my own load mixed with his spit as we made out on my bed, Joe’s dick slipping from me as we curled up together.

“Well that released some tension.” Joe whispered into my ear as he sprawled out. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I giggled into him, smelling him, feeling him around me. I moved a foot up his leg and slid into him more. “Well I’m not done with you yet either mister.”

We stretched out on the bed naked, catching our breaths, bodies entwined. I smiled, despite the bruise on my cheek. Suddenly all felt right once again.