Summer Landscaping Bonus

The rest of October and the start of November was normal at university, with the changing weather and the mid-term exams, life moved by quickly. I was happier than I had ever been, knowing that when I saw Joe next at Christmas, we would be making it more official and I would be meeting his family.

We talked a lot on the phone over those few weeks, even jerking off together while we talked dirty to one another. Just the sound of his deep masculine voice made me hard, so when I could hear him beating his meat and breathing hard, it sent me over the edge. It became a habit, talk for a bit, before we started getting dirty and our cocks were out stroking, until we jerked together, trying to time our explosions, and then we would chat longer as our dicks softened.

We were also trying to figure out a chance for him to come up to visit, but things just weren’t working out for us lately. Either I had too much to do as mid-terms hit, or Joe was spending more time at his parents’ place on the weekend. We couldn’t seem to make a weekend work. Joe was getting so desperate that he even suggested driving up one night just to see me. I loved him for it, but knew that wasn’t the best solution, knowing he had to work the next day. With his new attempts at promotions, I didn’t want him to take any risks in taking days off. We agreed that we would do what we could and manage this way until Christmas. The anticipation of seeing one another again was killing us, but at least then it would only be another month and a bit before I was home for a few weeks again at Christmas. And we could be together again.

That first week of November, I sat waiting in my room for Joe’s usual Wednesday night phone call. When he didn’t call at his normal 9pm, I figured something came up and didn’t think too much about it. I talked to him on Sunday after he returned from a weekend at his parents, winterizing their house for them. So it wasn’t too unusual for him to be late.

I was studying at my desk in my room, listening to some random music when my room phone rang at 11:20pm. I figured it would be Joe, so I answered in my sexiest voice. “Hello?”

There was a lot of static and sounds, and I heard a big deep breath inhale, before Joe’s voice finally said something. “Hey.”

I frowned, noting the sound in his voice in just that one word. “I was wondering when you were going to call.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, but I could tell he was outside at maybe a payphone or something.

“Joe?” I hesitated, wondering if he could hear me. “Are you okay?” I asked, my heart beating as this was very unusual behavior for him.

“Yeah.” He said unconvincingly. “Are you in your room?” I could tell there was something wrong, his voice was shaky.

“Yes.” I said cautiously. “What’s going on? Where are you?”

He took another deep breath in. “I’m about 30 minutes away from you. Can I come by?” He was speaking quietly, softly. His voice was cracking.

I sat up straight. He was coming over was thrilling to me, but the way he was sounding was not. “What’s wrong?” I asked and waited.

He let out a breath and I heard him sigh. His breath sounded unstable, as if he was quivering. “My mom died last night.”

I let out a gasp. “What?!” I said instinctively, followed by a quick “Oh Joe, I’m so sorry!”

I heard him take in another shaky breath and realized quickly what he was doing. He was driving to be with me.

“Where are you? Are you okay??”

“Yeah.” He said quickly. “I just wanted to make sure you were up as it was getting late. I’m about 30 minutes away I think. I’m sorry, I should have given you a heads up, but I just…I just needed to see you.”

His voice was unsteady, and it was breaking my heart. He was such a powerhouse of a guy. So strong and big physically, that this was not a side he showed to anyone. He was trying not to cry, or rather breakdown by the sounds of it.

“Just come over. I’ll wait outside for you. You can tell me more when you get here.”

There was silence on the other end, and I pictured his handsome face. I wanted to reach through the phone to hold him.

“Okay?” I asked into the silence.

“Yeah. Okay. 30 minutes.” He cleared his throat. “I love you Brian. I, uh…just need you.” His voice cracked at the other end and I felt myself tearing up.

“Drive carefully and I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

He said “Bye” so softly I barely heard him before the noise on the other end abruptly ended as he hung up.

I put my stuff away, cleaned up and threw on some layers and headed to the parking lot to be there for him in his thirty-minute time estimate nearest my residence where Joe parked the last time and waited. My heart was aching for him, picturing him driving all this way in his state. I hadn’t even met his mother yet. We were supposed to do all this at Christmas. I had so many thoughts floating through my head, but my number one was seeing Joe.

The campus was empty on this cold Wednesday November night. Not much activity in terms of cars or people. So, when I saw his white truck turning into the lot, my heart rate quickened, and I started moving towards him.

I was at the side of his door when he turned the engine off, and I opened it for him. He looked tired, a full day’s worth of beard covered his face. He spilled out of the truck in his jeans and work boots, winter jacket on and simply opened his arms and pulled me in as he stood in the open driver side door. I felt his body shake as he buried his face into my neck, and he started to cry.

I held his enormous body in my arms, feeling dwarfed by his size, holding him up as best I could, hugging him tightly. We stood like this for a couple of minutes, until he relaxed a bit and his body stopped shaking. I felt him take a giant intake of air, and he pulled away from me, stepping backwards against the seat of his truck in the open door, and rubbed his eyes. They were red, watery, and exhausted looking. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

He attempted a smile, but his eyes were darting around trying to avoid mine. I stepped in and wrapped my arms around him again, my face pressed into his solid chest. He let me, holding me lightly against him. “You okay?” I asked into his sweater under his open jacket.

He squeezed me tight. “I am now.”

I looked up at him and he rubbed his eyes again.

“It’s okay.” I said. “You don’t have to hide from me.” My own eyes were watering as I looked at this hulk of a man trying to stop himself from crying.

He pursed his lips together and nodded, as if agreeing with me, and looked at me finally. His eyes were sad, but when we met each other’s gaze, he smiled for real. “I know. Thank you.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. I pulled his face down more and kissed his lips lightly.

“I’m here for you.”

He took another deep breath and pulled me in again to hold me in a bear hug. “I just started driving. I didn’t know what to do. I needed to be with you.” He said quietly.

I pulled away and took his hand, guiding him away from the truck to close the door. He locked it and I started walking him to my residence. There was no one on the path leading to it, so I wrapped my arm around his waist as his muscled arm went across my shoulder. We walked together inside, all the way to my room without anyone passing us or without us taking our hands off each other.

Inside, he pulled at his jacket and kicked off his boots and sat on my bed, putting his head in his hands and leaned over. I moved behind him and rubbed his big back. I listened to him tell me about the heart attack last night, and how he drove straight up again to his parents’ house. His mother was already dead when he got there, and he stayed up all night with his dad. His sister arrived the next day. They met with the funeral home this afternoon, and Julia had agreed to stay. Once they got their Dad settled, Julia told Joe to go back home to get things for the funeral on Friday. Instead, Joe drove to me.

When he finished talking, he was laying on my bed with me wrapped in his arms lying beside him. I was facing him but kept my face at his pecs as he talked. He found it easier to talk without me looking directly at him. He was quiet, retelling the details. In between the hard parts, he just squeezed me tight, or pulled me in closer to him.

I moved myself up on the bed when he was done and came face to face with him. “Thank you for coming straight to me.”

His smile was genuine. “I didn’t want to be alone.”

I kissed him at that moment, slowly and carefully. He seemed to relax against me.

“I was only thinking about you. And how much I needed you with me.” He said softly, and leaned over to kiss me again, with a little more intensity. “I love you…so much….”

He pulled me in tight, and I could feel my body responding to him. I lifted my leg over him and rested it on his side as we continued to kiss. It was quiet, and intense. His eyes were closed tight, and his hands started to roam.

“I just need to be with you.” He whispered softly in my ear as his mouth travelled down my neck. “Is that okay?”

I could feel my cock hardening in my pants and pulled his massive shoulder to my face. “Yes. Of course.” I moaned lightly.

His hand moved up under my shirt and grabbed my pecs in his big hand. His hand was warm, and his fingers touched me lightly, causing my skin to prickle. I slid my hands under his sweater and tee, feeling his hard body and the little spurts of hair across his chest. He was solid, and his heart was pounding under my fingertips.

Joe’s hands moved down my back to my sweats and slid down to my bare ass underneath. He squeezed, and then brought them back up to the waistband and then pulled them down. His mouth was on mine, and he started kissing me passionately, the way he always did.

I took the hint as he slid my sweats down, underwear and all, and started to unbutton his jeans. We were both on our sides as I wriggled out of my sweatpants. Joe lifted my leg back up over him, and his hand moved to my ass. His finger probed at my hole, and he retreated it to lick it, before returning to it to press his lubed finger into me. “I need you.” He moaned in me.

I was pushing open his jeans, grabbing at his cock to free it from his underwear. I wanted him bad. I hadn’t seen him for months, and in the state he was in, there was a sudden NEED to be with him.

His thick cock was completely hard, all 9 inches of it throbbing at my touch. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on his cock and moved myself up wards a bit. I pointed his cock under me and guided it to my spread open hole thanks to Joe’s thick finger. He moved his hips forward, lifting my leg over him more to get a better angle as I pointed the tip of his cock at my opening.

I held my breath as he pushed forward. His eyes were closed but his forehead pressed against mine as he inserted his cock in me. We both gasped as he popped in, and then I grabbed his shoulder suddenly as he slid all the way in, making me feel that sense of fullness too fast. I grabbed the back of his head, pressing my forehead tightly against him. “Wait.” I moaned quietly.

He stopped moving, and his eyes opened to stare at me. “You okay babe?” he whispered.

I tried breathing slowly and let out a little air before I could feel myself adjusting to the sudden invasion. I kissed him, which always helped me relax. He knew it too, and returned the kiss in such a gentle, slow way that his cock found its way in easier now as I relaxed against him. He was breathing deeply, holding himself as still as possible when all we both wanted to do was move and fuck hard.

His big hand reached around me to hold my leg over him, feeling his own cock entering my ass as he started to slowly push in and out of me. We didn’t stop kissing. Both on our sides on my tiny dorm room bed, this enormous mature muscle man of mine gently made love to me in the quiet of the early morning. The only sounds were our mouths as we kissed, and the occasional groans from our lips.

He was still fully clothed, save for his cock that was out and in me. I pushed back against him, the wall at his back as I tried to get as much of him inside me as possible. I pulled up his shirt to get to his skin, wanting to taste his flesh and feel his body next to mine. He got the hint and leaned up to pull his sweater and shirt off at one. My hands went immediately to his pecs, feeling his naked flesh and connecting our chests together.

He rolled over a bit more onto his back, lifting me up with him. I followed suit, and rolled up and onto him, straddling him now, my hands on his giant pecs as I started to ride him. He was watching me intently, underneath me now as I rode his cock. My ass was flexing on him, and I could see the pleasure on his face. I knew it wouldn’t be long for him.

He held my hips and rubbed my sides casually as I started to really buck backwards on him. I was squeezing my ass tight, and as his eyes closed, and his grip tightened on me, I knew I was making him cum.

“Fill me up my man. Just let it go.” I moaned.

He opened his eyes and clenched his jaw, grabbing my waist now and helping me. He started fucking upwards and pounding into me harder. He didn’t say anything, but just started moaning louder. His eyes started to close as he pressed his head backwards onto my bed.

“Fuck Brian,” he moaned. “I’m yours.” And he grunted his load into me as I continued to ride him. I grabbed his cock and started stroking as he poured his semen into my ass from under me. By the time he was done, I continued to bounce on his still hard cock to get myself off, letting my own cum shoot far onto Joe’s big chest, covering his chest hair and seeing his smile on his face as I let it all out.

When I was done, he grabbed my neck and pulled me onto him, kissing me hard and letting my cum squish in between us. He pulled me so tightly against him his cock popped out of my ass and his big guns held me tight. I let my face fall onto his neck and I could feel his tears as he silently cried.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

I let my arms dig under him and just laid there on him. “I’m here for you Joe. I love you so much.”

I found my own tears falling down my face, mixing with his. And as I laid motionless on him, I could feel him finally relax more, and listened to his breathing slow down, until he fell asleep, still holding me tightly against his body on top of him.

A few moments later, I too fell asleep on him, feeling such a strong love and connection to this man. Not only was I safe in his arms, but he was safe in mine.