Love Is Always Write Volume 4

pull the shade down and secure it to keep his bed dry. The night was almost as wild as the turmoil inside him when he thought of Parker.
    He reached under the covers and took his cock in his hand. He'd yet to allow himself to jack off thinking of Parker, but he couldn't stop himself now. Fantasies ran wild in his head.
    They were in Parker's cabin. Parker took off his shirt just like he had the night before. But this time, Dan walked up behind him, grabbed him by the hips and spun him around. He cupped Parker's face and kissed him savagely. Parker's mouth opened under his. He palmed Parker's ass and crushed their bodies together. "Want you," he whispered, as he kissed and licked Parker's neck.
    "Oh, yeah," Parker groaned as Dan worked the fastenings of his pants. Dan sank to his knees and took Parker's cock in his mouth.
    Dan moved his hand faster on his cock. The rain pounded the roof of the camper. The storm echoed all around him as primitive need raced through him.
    He imagined the taste of Parker's cock, the way it would fill his mouth, the musky scent of his sweat. He sank his teeth into his lip, trying not to cry out. His fantasy shifted.
    Parker turned around and braced himself on the counter. Dan brushed the tip of his cock, across Parker's hole. "You want this? Want me inside you?"
    "Yes! Oh God, yes!"
    Dan surged forward. Parker's tight ass clasped his cock. He wasn't going to last long. He held Parker's hips and worked him hard and fast. Parker panted, begging for more.
    Dan tugged on his balls as he squeezed his cock. Fire as hot as the lightning outside raced down his spine, and he came. The scent and feel of Parker seemed to surround him.
    When he'd thoroughly milked his cock, he sank back into the pillow, laid an arm over his eyes, and tried to catch his breath. Why hadn't he had the courage to tell Parker what he wanted the night before? Parker might get angry; possibly, he'd punch Dan. Then Dan would move on. Was that really worse than not knowing?
    Had keeping quiet about who he was been worse than the pain of losing his family? Fuck! He wasn't sure. Why was everything so damn difficult?
    ****
    The next morning, Dan knew if he stayed close to camp, he'd spend the day watching for Parker. That was not what he needed. He packed his sketch book, pencils, watercolors, some sandwiches, and plenty of water and headed for the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest.
    He spent the morning and early afternoon hiking and sketching the enormous, old-growth trees. He enjoyed the stillness, the feeling of being somewhere solid and ancient. He even succeeded in not thinking about Parker for a while.
    When he got back down to the parking lot, he put his sketch book and watercolors in his truck and sat down by the creek. The water was high from the rain the night before, and he listened to it rushing over the rocks lining the creek bed. He tried not to think too hard, hoping the solution to the dilemma of Parker would descend upon him from the picture-perfect Carolina sky.
    Several minutes later, his stomach growled. His sandwiches were long gone. Burgers. He was craving burgers, one of the few things he could cook.
    Suddenly he had an idea. If he saw Parker, he'd invite him to dinner. He could pay him back for his hospitality, and after dinner…. he'd just have to see. He might not find the words to tell Parker what he was feeling, but he wasn't going to give up yet. If he moved on now, he'd never know if the chemistry he felt with Parker was real.
    ****
    Dan stopped at a grocery store on his way home and picked up the supplies he needed for the burgers. He also grabbed a few bags of chips and one of his favorite local beers.
    Back at the camp, there was no sign of Parker. He told himself not to be disappointed. Last night's storm had brought down a lot of limbs. He'd seen a sign saying one of the roads was closed. Parker would likely have to help get the trails cleared.
    Dan went for a swim in the lake. He came back and showered without incident. He was starting to get the hang of maneuvering in the small space. When he was dressed, he pulled the grill from its storage place in the camper and set it up.
    "Hey!" Someone called out.
    He turned to see Parker walking toward him. He was drenched with sweat, and he had numerous scratches on his arms and hands. He looked sexy as hell. "Rough day?"
    Parker nodded. "I've been clearing trails since five thirty this morning."
    "You must be exhausted."
    He nodded. "Yeah, I…" He