Summer Landscaping Bonus

“What’s for dinner?” I giggled as he kissed me again. I could feel his cock deflating and I lifted myself up a bit as the sensation of him sliding out overcame us both. We let out a little “ahhhhh” as he exited, and I floated backwards to a corner of the tub, letting the jets hit my back. He moved to the opposite corner and watched me. I was looking at Joe, all muscly and strong compared to me, our feet touching in the middle of his hot tub and playing with each other, feeling his cum churning inside me. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again already.

“Fuck dinner I want dessert.” He grumbled at me.

I raised my eyebrow like a strict parent, and he threw his head back in a laugh. “For such a little guy you have a scary look when you’re serious!” He lifted his arms out of the tub and spread them out along the sides of the hot tub the way he was when I first walked in and he had his head leaned back.

“Like you could be scared of anyone. Look at you!” I said, splashing water over at his face. He closed his eyes and wiped his face away, flattening his hair and looking at me.

“How about a couple of burgers and some grilled veggies?”

I smiled. “I brought a packaged salad. Oh! And some wine!”

“Well fuck why aren’t we drinking!?!” He stood up and the water cascaded down over his powerfully built body. “Stay!” He ordered me with a finger as he stepped out, grabbed the one towel he had on the steps of the hot tub and dried his face and his chest quickly before wrapping it around his waist and heading for the sliding door which I knew led into his kitchen. I watched his well-developed legs and feet pad across the deck, pausing to wipe them before he stepped inside. I saw him shiver as he entered the air conditioning.

He was back in a few minutes, bringing with him two glasses, a corkscrew, and another towel tucked under his arm. I stared at his waist where his towel was tied around, well under his flat bellybutton, and looked at the v-shape highlighted muscle at his waist. “You’re so fucking built.” I found myself saying out loud. He glanced up at me with a shy grin, and put the 2nd towel on the steps to the hot tub, along with the two glasses and then went back for the wine bottle I had placed on the outdoor table on my way into the hot tub.  I watched his muscles move as he stripped the top, placed the corkscrew into the top and turned a couple times before closing the corkscrew and pulling the top off with a small “pop.” He picked up a glass and poured, handing it to me. I was leaning over the edge watching every move he made. He poured himself a glass, set the bottle down on the steps and clinked my glass.

“To us.” He said.

I looked up at him in shock as I held my glass.

“A week ago,” he continued, crouching down to my level, the towel still around his waist, “I met a young stud who took my breath away. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. I never thought I would feel like this towards anyone ever again. But here you are,” He smiled at me, his eyes becoming watery “and I don’t’ think I could be any happier than I am right now.” He clinked my glass again and raised it to his lips to drink.

I brought mine up to my lips and drank as well, not taking my eyes off of his. I didn’t know what to say after that. “Are you coming back in?” I simply said.

He smiled, and pulled his towel off, showing me his soft but still thick cock, and stepped right over the side of the tub beside me and sat directly next to me on the seat, the water rising up as his bulky mass descended into it. He opened his right arm and I slid into him, his right hand coming down on my shoulder and holding me next to him.

The jets had turned off automatically, so there was a sudden quiet as I sat in the hot water next to him. I took another sip of wine and let its warmth wash through me before I took a deep breath and finally finding the courage said, without looking at him, “I have tried not to let anyone in for so long.” I could feel his head turn towards me, above me, as I continued. “I thought I was in love before, with the first man I ever had sex with. I was only 18 and he was 45. And married.” Joe’s hand squeezed my shoulder, as if to say I didn’t need to say anything else. But I went on, not looking at him, just resting my head against his right pec. “It ended suddenly, and I was lost, honestly. I was confused, hurt, scared, alone. No one knew about any of it but me.” I took a deep breath and steadied myself. “I went away to school that first year and had a couple of experiences with guys, and a few with some girls. I didn’t know what I wanted. And then I met another guy last year, who looked a lot like you actually.” I nestled into him again and took a drink of wine. “And that didn’t end well either so I thought that was it. I'm done.” I could feel my eyes well up and I sat very still for a moment.

“You don’t have to tell me this.” Joe said very quietly, his chin on top of my head as he squeezed my shoulder again.

“Yes, I do because I’m feeling things all over again with you and I’m scared. Because I can’t stop thinking about you either. And I think I’m falling for you already.” I sighed heavily and took a gulp of wine to stop myself from saying anything else, or from crying.

I could feel Joe’s heart beating in his chest. His head heavy on top of me, his strong hand still squeezing my shoulder. He then kissed the top of my head.

“I’m not going to hurt you Brian.” He said softly.

I turned my face into his powerful chest and closed my eyes, hiding myself from him. I felt his hand come to the back of my head as he kissed the top of my head again. And then I heard him say, “I think I’m falling for you too.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek, or maybe it was water, or maybe it was from the fact that my eyes were squeezed shut so tight. I felt him shift slightly under me, and then my glass was being pulled from my left hand and he stretched to his left, leaning out to put the glasses down on the deck. Then both hands came to my head and he lifted me off of his chest and held me in his hands as he sank lower in the water to look into my eyes, face to face. 

“Listen to me,” he whispered to me, inches from me. “We don’t have to profess anything to each other just yet. This is all so new and happening so fast. But I’m not going to deny or push down any feelings, and I don’t want you to either okay?” His eyes widened. “So, we are going to take this slowly and carefully, and we will see what happens. And I promise you,” he placed his forehead on mine again. Fuck I loved that feeling. “I PROMISE YOU,” he added firmly, “that I am never, NEVER going to hurt you.”

I grabbed onto his thick wrists with my hands and nodded slowly. “Okay.” I mumbled, afraid that if I said anything else, I would cry.

He kissed me softly. Just a kiss on the lips. No tongue, nothing deep, just a simple, full lips on lips kiss. And I felt that wave of emotions rush through me again, as if I was truly in the arms of the man of my dreams.

“Now,” he let go of my face and slid up a bit onto the seat, “we need to make dinner before I faint from hunger.” I looked at his face, which was now smiling, trying to hide his own watery eyes. He leaned in and kissed me again, just like the last one and then stood up and got out of the hot tub.

He didn’t even bother with a towel, and walked towards his barbecue dripping wet, naked as the day he was born. I watched his body move and took it all in once again. He was magnificent, so solid and perfectly built. He opened the lid, and then bent over to turn it on, giving me the sweetest view of his smooth ass thus far. I heard myself moaning out a “mmmmmm” as he bent over, and then stood up to light the barbecue. He closed the lid and turned to see me looking at him, my arms hanging over the sides of the hot tub. He placed his hands on his hips and stood still, like a statue carved from granite, dripping water down his strapping body to his wide perfect feet. He grinned at me.

“Okay your turn stud. Let me have a look at you.” He jerked his head up as if to say stand up and show me. I complied, standing up straight in the tub, the water cascading down my smooth upper body, revealing my lean muscular frame, and my softened cut cock. I stepped out and landed on the deck. I had developed quite a bit over the last two years. I grew about 6 inches at last after I turned 19 and went to school for my first year in university and put on 30 pounds of muscle. After that first year I returned home and even some of my friends I had known for years didn’t recognize me! I was broad shouldered for my size, and my body had turned into a solid mass of sculpted lean muscle. I still retained my boyishly cute face and kept what little body hair I could grow shaved down. I was most proud of my legs, being careful to work those just as hard as my upper body to maintain an overall fit build. And Joe was enjoying the view.

I copied his pose and put my hands on my hips. “Like what you see big guy?”

He grinned. “Very, very much.” He said under his breath, but I heard him clearly.

I grabbed his towel he had discarded earlier and threw it to him, telling him to cover up before I made him fuck me again, because I wanted to eat dinner too. I grabbed the dry towel he brought out and started to wipe myself off and wrapped it around my waist.

For the next hour we gathered up things, organized my stuff in his bedroom, grabbed food and started making dinner. He had thrown on a pair of loose cotton shorts and a tee, and I had dressed again in my shirt and shorts. We padded around barefoot, and every chance I could, I admired his perfect physique and what bare flesh I could stare at. Again, finding myself drinking wine with him and prepping food I felt comfortable working alongside him. He was playful, kissing me every time we passed by each other, me grabbing his ass at times, or just brushing up alongside each other to feel one another’s touch. He grilled peppers on the barbecue with a couple of burgers. I mixed a salad, poured the rest of the bottle of wine out before grabbing one of his, and we ate outside at his table. I was lost in the surroundings, the conversation, the ease at how I felt around him. I know he said we were going to take this slow, so I was trying not to let my usual emotions come over me and tried to act all adult about it. But truth be told, I was in love.

We tidied up from dinner, covered up the barbecue and the hot tub, and found ourselves sitting in his living room finishing the second bottle of wine together. I was tipsy, feeling fine but relaxed. We sat sideways on his couch, our bare knees touching as we faced each other talking about life in general. We tried not to talk about our pasts, just what was happening around us and towards the future. I had two years left of school and heading towards a safe, lucrative career, while he talked about his job and feeling stuck at the hydro company. He said he wasn’t done and was looking to advance to a more senior position.

We talked about our age difference, and if it bothered either one of us. It didn’t thank God. I confessed my love for older men, and he counted himself thankful that I had that desire. He wasn’t looking forward to 40 until I told him I thought men in their 40s were sexy as hell. He seemed to have a different outlook after that.

It was only 10:30pm when he suggested we get ready for bed because he was tired, and horny again, and I happily agreed. I followed him around like a puppy, as he made sure my lunch was packed and ready for the morning, that we had stuff to cook for breakfast, as he checked the backyard, locking the gate, putting things away, locking the front door. It all seemed so normal and routine to him, but to me I was taking it all in, watching him as he did it and admiring him even more.

I unpacked my stuff in his ensuite bathroom, brushed my teeth as he came in and he did the same, eyeing each other in the mirror and laughing as we did these normally solitary things standing side by side. He was sexy as fuck no matter what he did. I think he was watching me with the same thoughts.

He stripped down to his underwear, a pair of red Jockey briefs which looked fantastic on him, and slid under the white sheet on the right side of the bed, so I did the same, stripping to my grey Calvins and slipping under the sheets on the left. I scooted over to the middle of his king bed and met him there, face to face, his head resting up on his right arm, his left arm resting in front of his burly chest. I placed my right hand on top of his hand and propped my head up on my left fist and smiled at him.

He turned his hand over on the bed, so our hands joined, fingers clasped together, and I felt his left leg slide over to meet mine, his big feet wrapping around mine. “Thank you for tonight.” He said softly.

“Glad you invited me over.”

He smiled widely. “I mean it. Thank you. For just being here. It’s been pretty quiet around here usually, so this,” he picked up my hand and then flopped it down on the bed, “means a lot to me. Especially the things you said.”

I blushed a little bit. “Now don’t get all soft and mushy on me big guy.” I wiggled in even closer to him, feeling his heavy leg wrap around my lower half and drag me into him. “I had a very nice time just being here with you.”

He looked at me for a moment, then let go of my hand and pulled me into him, turning me around so my back was against his front side. He pulled my underwear down and off as I felt him pull his own down and kick them off. We flung our underwear out of the bed and then he wrapped his arms around me tight. “Come here you.” He said as he did so, spooning in behind me. This was the same position I woke up in the last time we slept together. “Just lay here with me for a while.” He said softly as I felt his cock pressing up behind me.

I listened to his breathing, slow and soft. I could feel the beating of his heart against my back. His legs were next to mine, our feet tangled together, his size 13, my size 9. His cock was pressed up against my back, thick and now hard, throbbing as he breathed. His mitts were in mine as he had wrapped himself around me in a giant hug, my head resting on his right bicep. I snuggled back up against him and closed my eyes, with a dopey grin on my face. And as I listened to the sounds of him, to the feeling of him, the heat from his body next to mine, I fell asleep in his arms.

When I opened my eyes again it was pitch dark and I could feel lips on the back of my neck and a hand at my ass, rubbing me. The lips were big, soft, and I felt shivers from each light kiss along my neck, my cheek, my shoulder. His beefy hand was massaging my ass cheek, and I could feel his hard cock grinding against my lower back. When I stirred, his mouth moved to my shoulder, and I felt his big hand leave my ass to reach up to my face to turn me slightly to his, where I was met with his tongue probing for my lips. I opened my mouth as sound escaped from my lips, a slight gasp as his mouth found mine and he pulled me back into him. His hand returned to my ass, spreading my cheeks a bit and his cock slid downwards to grind in between me. He was fully awake and was fully hard and wanted to fuck.

I turned onto my back to allow him to kiss me deeper, my left hand reaching up to stroke the side of his face. His beard was soft against me, and I could see the outline of his broad shoulders against the faint light coming into his bedroom. He continued to kiss me, passionately, urgently, in my half-awake state. His hand left my ass to come up to his lips, where he broke our kiss briefly to lick his hand. It returned to his cock to slick it, and then his cock was poking at my ass. I lifted my left leg upwards, over his waist as he pointed his cock at my tight hole, pushing upwards. I was so relaxed he slid right inside me, thrusting upwards as he pushed me downwards onto him. I felt his balls underneath me and I reached down, rubbing my cock and gliding my hand under my balls to feel his thick shaft attached to me, and inside me. My hands reached down to grab his big balls as he started to fuck me.

Quietly. In the dark. It was the middle of the night and felt like a dream. I was half off the bed and half on top of him. He was on his side with both hands wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Our mouths were still locked in a deep, overpowering kiss. I started to moan as his slow thrusts reached my insides. At the first sound I made, his right hand reached down to my cock and he started to stroke it, matching the thrusts of his own cock in me. My man had woken up in the middle of the night and wanted me.

I reached both hands upward to his neck. I stretched out, my hands behind him, feeling his thick neck, his soft hair, as my body responded to the sensations of his dick stretching me wide. His left hand caressed my torso, sending goose bumps all over me and making me moan louder. He matched the sound by moaning into my mouth and fucking me a little deeper, a little harder now. I was feeling so sensual and sexy as I came to my senses from my dreamlike state. I wanted him badly.

And then he was on top of me.

He moved quickly from under me, and slid around my legs, lifting, then splitting open my leg as he drove his cock back into me so he could fuck me on my back. I welcomed him on to me, feeling his weight on me as his mouth clamped over mine again. He bent my legs straight up, resting them on his wide shoulders, and pushed his cock deeper.

Slowly he pumped me, gently he kissed me, lightly I touched his solid body.

I opened my eyes and looked up as he kissed me. His eyes opened as well, and we looked at each other. He pulled off my lips and held his head back, studying me as he thrust his cock into me. He examined me with each thrust, watched me looking at him, watched my face as he shoved a little harder at one point, then watched me as he slowed it down. He watched me as he slowly pulled his cock all the way out, then watched me as he slid it back in all the way.

And then he said to me so softly I almost didn’t hear him, “I needed to make love to you tonight.”

I held his face in my hands. His skin softy despite the beard. His eyes wide awake gazing into me, reading my thoughts. I smiled as I took his persistent onslaught on my ass. And then I closed my eyes, and moaned out, “God yes Joe.”

I reached down to stroke my cock between us, opening my eyes to stare into his as he brought me to the point of no return. I clutched the back of his neck with my left hand as I jerked myself to an explosion as he made love to me. He watched my face as I shot, he moaned when he saw it shoot up to my own face, bending down to lick it up off me, and he picked up the pace and plowed my ass hard until he was grunting that he was cumming and thrust it out of him, into me.

He laid on top of me, careful not to let his entire weight down, resting on his elbows and his knees as our chests touched and my cum spread all over between us. He was kissing me deep, as we slowed our breathing down.

“I love you,” he whispered to me.

I smiled, “I love you to big guy.” I whispered back kissing whatever piece of him I could reach.

He rolled slightly to the side, his cock slipping out, but we remained entangled. Arms around one another. Legs entwined. Cum covered bodies and  cum leaking out of my ass.

And we fell asleep again, just like that. Together. Wrapped up as one.