Love Is Always Write Volume 4

necessary."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yeah. It'll be right here when you get back."
    Dan ran all the way back to his parents' house, jumped into his truck, drove home to get his check book, and went back for the camper. He wanted to leave town that very day, but he couldn't take off without talking to the other architects at his firm and getting some supplies for the trip.
    On Monday afternoon, after securing a three month sabbatical without pay, he'd loaded up the camper and set out for the Nantahala National Forest where he'd spent some of the best weeks of his childhood.
    He finally found the camper's manual in the glove compartment of his truck. He flipped through it, frantically trying to find the instructions for opening the camper. He was determined to have a fantastic summer, but so far, it was off to a terrible start.
    "You gotta put these supports down," a man said.
    Dan turned to find the source of the low, rich voice and saw what was undoubtedly the most gorgeous man he'd ever laid eyes on. The man was pointing to a black post that was tucked under the camper's edge.
    He had wavy, golden blond hair that stuck out from under his hat, sparkling green eyes, a scruffy beard, and a mischievous smile. His forest ranger uniform stretched tight across his chest. The first few buttons were undone, and Dan could see a sprinkling of golden chest hair in the vee of the shirt.
    Is it soft or coarse? How would it feel under my tongue? Dan fought the urge to drop his gaze lower. If the man's pants were as tight as the shirt, Dan might just expire on the spot.
    "If you don't have these down, the camper will tip over." The man began turning a crank which slowly lowered one of the supports.
    Dan looked down at the instructions he'd finally found. There was a picture of a stick figure lowering the same supports.
    "I'm kinda new at this." And now he made a fool of himself in front of the hot ranger.
    "Did you just buy the camper?" the man asked as he started work on the second support.
    "Yeah. I… uh… should've read the instructions I guess." He tried not to stare at the man's ass as he bent down to help with the camper, but that was like trying to not to eat a doughnut when it was right in front of him.
    "That can help." The man laughed, but his smile softened the ribbing. He stood and held out his hand. "I'm Parker."
    Dan shook hands with him, fighting the urge to moan as Parker's strong fingers encased his own. "I'm Dan."
    He let go reluctantly, wishing he could touch more of Parker than just his hand. He hadn't reacted that strongly to a man in a long time. Hopefully, his cargo pants were baggy enough to hide his growing hard on.
    Parker flipped the switch on the side of the camper, and it began to expand just as stated in the manual. "Did you have a sudden urge to get back to nature?"
    Dan looked at the ground. "Something like that."
    "Well, be careful. I'd hate for you to ruin your new toy."
    "Yeah, especially since I'm supposed to live in it all summer."
    Something flashed in Parker's eyes. Interest? Dan chided himself. He was thinking with his cock. He'd left home to be alone, not to seduce the first interesting man he saw, even if Parker was a particularly fine specimen.
    "The whole summer?" Parker asked.
    Dan nodded. "Yep."
    Parker looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't. "Well, take care. If you're going to be around for awhile, I'm sure I'll be seeing you. I patrol through here a few times a day."
    "That's great!"
    Parker gave him a strange look. He realized how eager he'd sounded. What the hell was wrong with him? He never acted like such an idiot back home. Of course he was always on guard there. "I appreciate your help."
    Parker grinned, and Dan's heart thumped against his chest. Did Parker know the power of that smile? Dan bet Parker could talk his way into anything, looking at a man like that. A gay man at least.
    "Later then." Parker tipped his hat and turned to continue down the trail toward the lake.
    Dan stood and watched Parker, unable to stop staring at the ranger's round ass. Two girls who looked about nineteen or twenty passed him on the trail. "Hi, Parker," they chorused.
    He tipped his hat. "Ladies."
    They giggled and whispered to each other as they passed him. He turned and eyed their asses.
    Damn! Dan shook his head and turned back to the camper. He hadn't really thought Parker was gay, and this summer was about spending time alone, getting to know himself, sorting out who he was