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Chapter 1


As I walked up the stairs into the community center, I kicked the snow off my boots and pulled my cap and gloves off and shoved them into my pocket. I saw the "TOY DROP OFF" sign and followed the arrow down the hall.

I walked up to the table with the bag containing the three toys I had bought. I didn't have a lot myself, but I always felt that it was important to give to those in need. Hopefully three kids would have a little better Christmas because of me.

The volunteer, a kind looking woman who reminded me a little of my grandmother, took the toys and gave me a donation receipt for my taxes.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she said.

"It's no problem," I said with a smile.

I stepped out of the way and noticed a sign that said they were looking for pen pals for prison inmates.

"Were you interested in writing an inmate?" the kind woman asked me.

I thought for a second and shrugged. "Oh. Um. Sure. Why not?"

She pulled out a stack of printed pages.

"Are you looking to write a man or a woman?"

"Um... A man," I said quietly.

"We don't have a lot of those," she said as she flipped through the stack. "Oh. Here's one."

She handed me the paper and I looked it over. Marvin Kellogg was his name. He was the same age as me, 30. He still had over two years to go on a ten year sentence. I couldn't even wrap my head around going to prison at 22 years old. The bio had some basic information. He was single, with no kids and grew up in Detroit. It said he was looking for men for friendships or relationships. He looked a little bit rough in his picture, kind of brawny with dark hair and a moustache. He was kind of smiling, but even in the picture his eyes looked so sad. So lonely.

I knew what it was like to be lonely.

I nodded at the woman and I folded up the paper and put it in my pocket.

She gave me a smile. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you, too."

I bundled up in my coat and headed to my car to go in to work.

I pulled into the Corbin Tree Services parking lot a short drive later. I unlocked the door to the employee entrance and turned on the lights and made my way to my office.

My dad, Gary Corbin, started Corbin Tree Services 35 years ago. We specialize in tree and stump removal, pruning, relocating and planting. Basically anything to do with trees. This time of year we are really busy. With all the ice damage to the trees, we get a lot of customer calls to clear fallen trees and trim branches.

I work in the office, basically running the business. In addition to doing all of the accounting, I take customer calls and schedule our trucks. Dad works out in the field with the employees and works a lot with the corporate customers.

I started up my PC and hung my coat up in the closet. I went to the break room and started a pot of coffee. As I left the break room, I heard the front door unlock and beep and Dad walked in.

"Mornin', Danny," he said to me.

"Hi, Dad."

Dad clapped me on the back as he walked past to the break room. I followed him into the break room and we both got cups of coffee.

"How was your weekend, son?" he asked as he leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee.

I grabbed the sugar and poured a little into my coffee. "It was okay. I bought some toys for the toy drive. Um... I went to the movies... out to eat..."

"By yourself?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "So?" I said defensively.

"I'm just... I'm worried about you. I don't want you to go through life alone."

"I'm okay, Dad. Besides, you're alone and you're happy, aren't you?"

"That's different, son. I had 20 good years with your mother. And I have you."

Dad put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed, then added with a chuckle, "That's not to say that for the past 15 years, I neglected to get my 'needs' taken care of."

I cringed. "Oh god, Dad. I don't want to hear about that!"

We both laughed.

"Son... You, uh... You met any guys to take care of your, uh..."

I squirmed uncomfortably. I know it was hard for Dad to talk about guys, so he must really be worried. But I was not about to discuss my sex life, or lack thereof, with him. "Dad, can we change the subject please?"

"I'm just worried about you, Danny."

"I'm okay, Dad. Honestly."

"Okay," he said with a sigh.

The guys started trickling in and I went and got their logs ready for the day.

After everyone was dispatched, I sat down at my desk and ran the past-due notices and got them ready to mail.

I pulled Marvin's bio out of my pocket and read it over again. I grabbed a pen and a notebook and began writing. I started over a couple of times before finally getting out a simple letter.

Dear Marvin,

Hi. My name is Danny Corbin. I received your bio from the community center and thought I would write you.

I'm also 30 years old. I work for my Dad's tree service company, running the office. It's not very glamorous or exciting, but it pays my bills and I'm good at it.

I'm a single gay man. I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. I have a hard time meeting people. I find that most guys aren't interested in really getting to know you. It kind of sucks. I guess I'm afraid of getting hurt, you know?

I have two stray dogs that I adopted, Harley and Bandit. They are a handful, but they are good dogs. They are both mixed breeds. Bandit is brown and kind of small and looks like some terrier and chihuahua mix maybe. Harley is a little bigger and a little fatter. I'm not sure what he is. But he's mostly black and kind of fluffy.

I hope to hear from you and I hope you have a very Merry Christmas.



I put the letter into an envelope and addressed and stamped it, then dropped it in with the outgoing mail.

* * *

I received a letter in the mail from the state penitentiary about two weeks later. I laid back on the couch with the letter. Bandit jumped up on the couch and pushed my legs apart and laid down with his head on my thigh.

I opened the letter and rubbed Bandit's head while I read it.



Thanks for your letter.

People call me Moose not Marvin. A nickname I got on my high school football team. It kind of fits me.

It sounds like someone hurt you in the past. Don't let that stop you from living your life. A guy like you must have a big heart taking in strays and writing to convicts.

You didn't ask, but I know your dying to know. I killed someone. They called it vehicular manslaughter. I was drunk and driving. I got 10 yrs but probly deserve more. If you don't write back, I don't blame you.


I read the letter a second time. A tear fell down my right cheek and I wiped it away. What he did was so horrible I just couldn't believe it. But it sounded like he needed a friend. I got out a pen and paper and wrote him back. I didn't talk about what he did. Instead, I talked about myself.


Dear Moose,

It's me again, Danny.

I guess I should tell you a little more about myself.

I'm pretty much a loner. I guess it happened after my mom died. I was 14 when she got sick. She died when I was 15. It was so hard on both me and my dad. That was when I kind of closed myself in. I stopped hanging out with my friends and they all moved on. I never really figured out how to make friends after that.

Dad was always there for me, though. When I told him I was gay, I knew that he didn't like it and it made him really uncomfortable. But he tried to smile and he said he loves me no matter what. It's really hard for him to talk to me about guys and dating, but he tries. I think he is scared that I will be alone for the rest of my life, or that someone will hurt me if they find out I'm gay. I think it also makes him sad that I'm his only child and he will never have grand kids.

I've only had one boyfriend. I dated Silas for a few months. We met on my 21st birthday. I forced myself to go out and have a drink at bar. I found out that I don't really like the taste of beer. I'd rather have a pop. But I did meet Silas there. He was my first and I was so in love with him. But apparently he didn't feel the same way since he dumped me for someone else. I've gone out with a few guys since then, but nothing that lasted.

I know this is a stupid question, and you probably get asked it a lot and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but what is it like in prison?

I hope you had a happy New Year.



When he wrote me back a couple of weeks later, I was very excited to read his letter.


Dear Danny,

Thanks for writing back. I really didn't think you would.

My mom and dad disowned me after what I did. I don't blame them. I'm an only child, too.

I'm glad that your dad is trying with you. It means he really cares about you.

After I got out of high school, all my buddies pretty much left for college. I couldn't afford to go. I fell in with the wrong crowd. Partied too much. I got drunk and smoked and got high every weekend. I fucked up and now I'm paying the price.

Danny. Prison sucks. I hope you never have to find out first hand. We are locked up in our cells most of the day except for meals and showers and 1 hour of rec time. I do a lot of reading. My cell mate is a pig. He farts all day and all night long. All the guys here are animals. The worst thing is how lonely it is. Your never physically alone, but mentally its just me and my thoughts.

Promise me that you will keep clean. I don't want you to ever end up here. The guys here would break you.

That picture you have of me is a couple years old. Do you have a pic you can send me? I want to know what you look like. If you want.



I took a picture of myself with my digital camera and printed it out. I looked it over and nodded to myself. I thought I looked pretty good.

I'm 5'10" in height and have always had a thin build, but my tummy has gotten a little soft over the years. I have dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. I have a goatee and moustache and a very thin beard along my jawline. My left ear has a small titanium ball earring in it.

He can't see it in the picture since I'm wearing a shirt, but I have the Superman 'S' shield symbol tattooed on my left arm.

I put the picture in my next letter and mailed it out to him.

Dear Moose,

I enclosed a picture for you like you asked. I hope I match how you imagine me.

Prison life sounds very sad and very lonely. But I guess it's supposed to be a punishment. I think I would be terrified.

I promise that I will keep clean. It's pretty easy for me. I'm pretty straight laced and always stayed out of trouble. I was always a good kid. I never gave my parents any trouble. This is going to sound really nerdy, but I have never tried any kind of drugs, I've never smoked and I've only had one alcoholic drink. Dad sometimes jokes that my being gay is to make up for me being such a good and easy kid. He doesn't mean it in a mean way, though.

If you want me to send you any books or magazines, I will get them for you.

Your friend,

* * *

Moose and I began writing regularly. We'd talk about all kinds of things. I told him things that I would never dream of telling to anyone else. I guess having him be somewhat anonymous made it easier for me to open up. He always gave me good advice and made me feel better.

He told me that he has known he was gay for a long time, but he hid it from everyone. He's never even been with a guy, which surprised me, but he's been with lots of girls.

One thing I realized pretty quickly is that he was a good person at heart. He made a terrible mistake and was paying for it, but he couldn't and wouldn't ever forgive himself for what he'd done and that broke my heart. But I tried to put myself in his place. If I had done that, I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself either.

I looked forward to Moose's letters month after month. We wrote each other regularly for nearly two years. I saved each of his letters in a box that I kept on the book shelf.

He always told me that I was a great guy and that someday I would meet someone and I'd be happy.

I did finally meet someone who I hoped would be that guy.

I had found a stray cat outside in the alley behind my house and I took it in, of course. I just couldn't leave it outside in the cold. I was worried at first that Harley and Bandit would not like him, but they seemed okay. Bandit seemed much more interested in playing with the cat than Harley. Harley was lazy. He couldn't care less. I named the cat Whiskers because I couldn't think of anything better. He spent much of the time hiding from Bandit behind the couch.

I decided that I needed to go to Pet Smart to buy some cat food. After I bought the cat food, I went next door to Home Depot to grab some window insulation kits. My windows tended to get drafty in the winter. I walked down the aisle and picked up a few of the packages trying to decide between them.

"These ones are the best," the man standing next to me said. He picked up one of the boxes and held it out to me.

I looked up at him and said, "Thanks."

He was a nice looking guy. Maybe an inch shorter than me, with a thick build. He had brown hair that was slicked back and hung down just past the nape of his neck. He had a couple days of beard growth. He had green eyes. He reminded me of Sawyer on LOST.

He gave me a smug grin and looked me up and down before settling back on my eyes. He was checking me out.

"You need helping hanging those up?" he asked.

"Oh... No, I think I got it," I said quietly.

I gave him a little smile and looked down at my feet.

"You sure? I'm real good with my hands," he said suggestively with a sly smile on his face.

Okay. This is what Dad and Moose were always talking about. This guy was flirting with me. I needed to stop being scared.

I swallowed and cleared my throat. "I mean, I'm not going right home. I was going to stop and grab dinner. At Chili's maybe."

"Is that an invitation?" he asked as he tilted his head back and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I nodded nervously. "Yeah."

"I'm Leo."

"I'm Danny," I said as I shook his hand.

Leo helped me carry my window kits to the self-checkout and after I paid, he followed me out to my car.

"I'll meet you there, Danny," he said.

His hand touched my back and moved down and ran along my butt. I nervously nodded at him.

The restaurant was just down the street a couple of miles. We walked in together and got a booth for two. He ordered both of us a beer and we started to get to know each other. I didn't like the beer at all, but I did drink about half of it since he bought it for me.

We talked about what we did for a living. Leo drove a forklift at a warehouse.

"Really? Wow, that's so cool."

"It pays the bills," he said with a shrug.

I was able to relax and we had a good time talking. Leo was older than I was; he was 38 years old. He had an older sister whom he didn't get along with. His parents were older and very religious, so they didn't see eye to eye on a lot of topics, including his sexual orientation.

After talking to him, I realized how lucky I was to have a father that loved me and supported me, even if he didn't really like my being gay.

As we left the restaurant, Leo asked me out again. We traded phone numbers and he walked me to my car. He gave me a hug and I went home for the night. I really liked that he didn't try to sleep with me on our first date. It felt good that he wanted to get to know me.

* * *

Leo and I went out again on Friday night. He picked me up after he got off work and we went out to dinner. Leo seemed to be really into me. He was constantly flirting and touching me. It was so surreal. I just couldn't believe that he was that attracted to me.

When we got out to his car, he leaned in and kissed me. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He was very aggressive and I kind of liked that. After a long and passionate kiss, he moved back so that we could take a much needed breath. He gave me one more kiss on the lips and then he chuckled.

"Nice," he said as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Thanks," I smiled.

He started the car and drove me back home. When he pulled into the driveway, he turned the car off and got out and waited for me. I guess he wanted to come inside. I got out of the car and I escorted him inside the house.

My two mutts ran up and jumped all over both of us. I giggled and tried to get them to sit. Leo frowned and pushed Bandit off his legs.

"Down!" Leo said firmly and Bandit ran and hid behind my legs.

"I'm so sorry," I cringed. "They get excited when I come home. And they don't get to meet new people often."

"It's okay," Leo said and he tried to give me a smile.

Whiskers came out and took a look at us, then ran and hid.

"How many animals you got?" Leo asked.

"Just three. I just found Whiskers the cat in the back alley a couple days ago. And this is Bandit and that's Harley. I adopted Bandit first about five years ago, and Harley a couple of years ago."

"That's sweet of you," he said.

"Thanks. I really love animals. Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"No, thanks. Come sit down with me, Danny."

"Let me put Harley and Bandit out back to go to the bathroom."

I let the dogs into the backyard so that they could take care of their business. Leo took my hand and we sat down on the sofa.

He took my face in his hands and started kissing me passionately. His tongue pushed into my mouth and explored every inch. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, demanding that my tongue play with his. His mouth moved to my neck and he kissed and sucked.

As we made out, his hands moved down to his pants and he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He took my right hand and put it on his penis. I looked down into his lap. My hand was wrapped around an average six inch cut cock, very much like my own. It jutted out from a trimmed bush. I gripped his dick harder and jerked my hand up and down while we tongue kissed.

He moved his hand to back of my head and pushed down. I moved my head from his hand and shook my head. I wasn't ready for that yet, so I kept stroking him.

"Spit in your hand," he husked quietly.

I brought my hand up to my mouth and dribbled spit into it. I returned my hand to his dick and got it nice and wet. Leo leaned back and spread his arms on the back of the couch. I laid my head on his shoulder and stroked him off.

His dick felt so hot in my hand. It had been a really long time since I had touched another man. My own dick was straining against my jeans. I couldn't wait for Leo to touch me, too.

Leo pushed up off the couch and stood up in front of me. His dick bobbed in front of my face and I spit into my hand again and started to stroke him.

Leo's hand moved to the back of my neck. "Suck it," he whispered as he pulled my head closer.

"Is it okay if I just jack you off this time?" I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded and I slid my fist up and down his saliva soaked shaft. I flicked my thumb over the head and twisted my hand. Leo groaned loudly. His knees buckled and his breathing grew erratic.

"Faster," he whispered.

I stroked faster and increased the firmness of my grip. I felt his cock swell and throb in my hand. Pre-come oozed out of the head and I swiped it with my thumb and spread it around the shaft with twist.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "I'm gonna shoot."

His hand tightened on the back of my neck and he pulled me closer. I tilted my head back and pointed his dick down as the first blast splattered all over my chin. The remaining spurts landed on my shirt.

Leo let out a deep breath. "Whew," he breathed.

He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed up the shaft. A drop of come oozed out and he wiped it on my bottom lip. I looked up at him and licked my lip, causing him to grunt in approval.

He tapped the head of his dick on my chin a couple times, then put it away. He did up his pants and I got up and used the bathroom to clean myself up. I pulled off my dirty shirt and tossed it into the hamper in the laundry room next to the bathroom. I came back out to the living room in my white undershirt and jeans. As I entered the room, Leo stood up.

"I'll take that drink now," Leo said. "You got any water?"

I went to the kitchen and got both of us a glass of water.

"I had a good time tonight, Danny. But I gotta work early in the morning. I'll give you a call tomorrow when I get off work. Maybe we can hang out?"

"Sure, Leo. I'd like that."

"Great. Bye, Danny."

Leo gave me a hug and quick kiss and then left.

I sat down on the couch and smiled to myself. I grabbed a pen and paper. I couldn't wait to tell Moose.

Dear Moose,

Guess what? I took your advice. I met someone! I ran into him at Home Depot and he flirted with me and we went out to dinner. We've gone on two dates so far. He seems like a really nice guy. He seems to like me. I'll let you know how it goes.

How are things with you? I hope you are doing well.

Work is really busy. We had an ice storm last weekend and we have been working overtime clearing trees and branches.

They also started to hang the Christmas decorations downtown. Can you believe that it's almost Christmas? Time flies so fast!

I had some gifts added to your account, so think of me when you put on your new boxer shorts and socks. Ha ha.

Your friend,

* * *

I went out again with Leo a couple of days later. We went to the movies and then to dinner. It was a very simple date, but I had a really good time. I invited Leo inside after our date.

I made sure to corral the dogs before they could jump on Leo and I put them out back to go potty. Leo came up behind me and put his arms around me and started kissing my neck. I could feel his hard dick pushing into my butt.

"Leo," I moaned.

"Take me to your bedroom," he whispered into my ear.

His hot breath tickled my ear and sent a shiver down my spine. Leo followed me into my bedroom and I shut the door behind us. I turned on the light on the nightstand. Leo came up to me and kissed me. He unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor.

Oh god, he was going to touch me. The thought of it made my dick jerk and leak into my briefs.

He pulled off all of his clothes and then pushed me onto the bed. I pushed the covers down and crawled back. He pulled my briefs off and tossed them onto the floor. He straddled me and kissed me deeply.

I stroked my hands over the light dusting of hair on his chest and let his tongue enter my mouth.

He tweaked my nipples and I whimpered against his mouth. My body shuddered from his touch. I arched my back up and pushed my dick up into him.

"Fuck, Danny... You are so hot..."

"Mmm, Leo..."

Leo rolled us over so that he was on his back. His hands grabbed my head and he pushed down. I let him push me until his dick brushed against my lips.

"Suck it," he groaned.

I took him into my mouth and moaned. His dick was so warm. I sucked all of the pre-come from the head and slid my lips down the shaft. I sucked gently, taking most of him into my mouth. I sucked harder as I pulled back.

Leo groaned and gripped my head tighter. He bucked his hips up. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged a bit and pulled back. His hands loosened on my head and I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

"Suck harder," he whispered.

I sucked harder and moved faster, up and down. I stroked his balls as I sucked him.

Leo pulled me up and kissed me. He rolled us over and and turned me over onto my stomach.

"Fuck. Your ass is fucking perfect. Hot little bubble butt."

He got up off the bed and pulled a condom and a packet of lube from his jeans pocket. He moved between my legs and I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but I liked Leo and I wanted Leo to like me back.

Leo ripped open the lube and I felt his slippery finger push into the crack of my ass and slide into my tight hole.

I grunted in pain. "Go slow, Leo. Please... It's been a really long time..."

"Sorry, baby."

Leo slowly slid his finger in and out of me. I breathed in deep and let it out slowly. Just as the discomfort faded, Leo pulled out and slid two fingers into me. I drew in a sharp breath. He slid his fingers in and out of me, faster and faster. He hit my prostate and I whimpered. I was panting and trembling. I gripped the pillow I was laying on with my fists and moaned into it.

A third finger slid into me and I tensed up for a second and then willed myself to relax. I was soon pushing back against his thrusting hand.

Leo pulled back and I heard him rip open the condom wrapper. I turned back and watched him roll it down his penis. He dribbled the lube onto his cock and then leaned forward. He balanced himself on one arm as his other guided his dick to my hidden entrance. The head pushed into me and I shuddered and moaned.

Leo held himself up on his hands over my back. I let out a small whine of discomfort and he leaned down and kissed along my shoulder up to my neck. His tongue flicked against my ear. His hot breath assaulted my ear, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

"I won't hurt you," he said quietly. "Tell me when it's okay to move, baby."

"I'm okay, Leo."

He pushed further into me, sliding in another two inches. He pulled back and then pushed in again, sliding further into me. He slid all the way down and held still.

"You're so fucking hot, baby."

I grabbed his hands with mine and moaned as he started sliding in and out.

"Oh god," he groaned.

He pumped into me hard and fast, grunting and groaning loudly. Within a couple of minutes, he was gasping.

"Oh god, oh fuck," he grunted. "I'm coming!"

I felt his dick throb and it pulsed over and over as he spilled his seed into the condom.

"Your ass is too good, baby," he panted.

He relaxed on top of me and kissed along the nape of my neck. He pulled back and pulled out of me. He tied the condom off and tossed it into the trash bin next to my nightstand.

I rolled over onto my back and pulled him to me and kissed him.

"I gotta get up early, baby," he said. "I better get going."

"Oh. Okay," I said with a smile that hid my disappointment.

We kissed for a little bit more and I got up and put my underwear on, tucking my hard dick into the briefs while Leo got dressed. I walked him to the front door and he kissed me again.

"I'll call you tomorrow, babe," he said.

"Okay. Talk to you tomorrow."

One more quick kiss and he was gone for the night.

I went to the back door and let the dogs in and then headed for bed.

* * *

I continued to date Leo for the next two months. We saw each other two or three times a week. We continued to have sex, but it wasn't very satisfying. He always finished pretty quickly and then made no effort to take care of my needs.

He also didn't like my pets and that upset me more than the not-so-great sex. I really didn't see a future in us beyond what we were now. I wondered if I should just go ahead and break up with him.

Moose would know what I should do. He always gave me good advice. As I pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, I realized that I hadn't heard from my pen pal in over two months. I wrote him two months ago when I started dating Leo and I never heard back from him. I looked at the calendar. He was supposed to be released in less than a month. Maybe he was preoccupied because of that. I hoped that it wasn't trouble or anything bad. I hoped that I didn't do anything to make him mad at me.


Dear Moose,

It's been a couple months since I've heard from you. I hope you are okay.

I guess this will be the last letter you receive from me before you get out. I just want to tell you that I know that you are a good person at heart. I hope that you remember this as you begin the next chapter of your life.

I really hope you will still keep in touch with me.

If you are ever on this side of the state, look me up if you get a chance.

I will always be your friend.

* * *

I ended up not breaking up with Leo. I think I was being too critical of him and being too picky. He was a nice guy. I just needed to give him a little more time.

Before I knew it, Winter turned to Spring, and Spring turned to Summer.

I was sitting in my recliner one evening in June reading the latest Stephen King novel. I heard a loud rumbling. I peeked outside to see an old, rusty, beat up pickup truck pull in front of the house. I couldn't see who was in it and they didn't make any move to get out. I shrugged and set my book down. I got up to start dinner. Leo would be coming over after he finished working.

I grabbed a few onions and bell peppers and began chopping them up. I was making sausage and pepper sandwiches, one of Leo's favorites. I opened up the pantry and got the canned tomatoes and all of the other things I needed. I was busy chopping a clove of garlic when the doorbell rang.

Bandit and Harley ran to the front door and started barking like crazy.

I set the knife on the counter and washed my hands and dried them off with the towel.

"Okay, guys. Get back," I told my mutts.

Once I got them out of the way, I opened the front door to see the back of a giant man stepping off the porch onto the sidewalk. I stepped out onto the porch and shut the door behind me to keep the dogs in.

"Hi," I said. "Can I help you?"

He turned around and looked at me for a second then walked back onto the porch.

He was big. Tall and large, with a bit of a belly. He had shaggy black hair and a big bushy beard. He was wearing a green flannel shirt, dirty looking jeans and work boots. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at me nervously.

"Hi, Danny."

His voice was very deep and a little gravelly.

I looked back into his brown eyes and stared for a second. "Moose?"

He nodded. I laughed and jumped and hugged him tight. He let me hold onto him for a moment and then he brought his arms around me and nervously patted my back.

"I'm so glad to see you," I said. "I have been wondering for months what happened to you. Oh, please come in!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house and shut the door.

Bandit and Harley jumped all over him and he squatted down and let them sniff him. He then pet both of them and scratched their heads. Bandit licked his face and he laughed and wiped the drool off with the back of his hand and stood back up.

"Sorry about that," I said with a big smile.

"No problem. I like dogs."

I dragged him to the living room and I sat down on the couch. Harley became bored and went and laid on his doggy bed. Bandit ran back and forth in front of the couch wanting some attention. I told him to go lay down and reluctantly settled down at me feet.

"I can't believe I'm finally meeting you! What are you doing here?" I asked Moose. "How long are you in town for?"

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of moving here. I guess I'll see how the job market is first."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find something. It's not too bad here."

"It's hard to find a decent job."

He didn't say it, but I knew why.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. It's mine."

"Where are you staying?"

"There's an extended stay motel by the highway."

"Oh, yeah. I know where that is."

He looked past me at the framed picture on the side table. It was a photo of Leo and me taken on Valentine's Day.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Yeah. That's Leo."

"He treat you good?"

I swallowed nervously and then lied. "Yeah."

He looked at me for a moment, staring into my eyes. I felt like he could see right through me and I turned my eyes away from him.

We sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Aren't you scared of me?" he asked quietly.

"No. Of course not."

"I'm an ex-con. You just invited me into your home. I could rob you. Or rape you. Or worse."

"You wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't hurt me. You're a good person."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. I wish you could forgive yourself. You paid your debt. Now you need to move on."

"I killed my best friend," he whispered. "There's no forgiveness for that."

I looked him right in the eyes.

"I forgive you," I whispered back.

He closed his eyes and tears poured down his cheeks and he began to sob. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his big head to my shoulder and cried with him. After a few minutes, his cries subsided and he sniffled and cleared his throat. I let go of him as he sat up and I reached and got a tissue for him and one for me.

"You feel better?" I asked as I wiped my nose.

"Yeah. I do actually," he said with a mirthless chuckle.

He blew his nose and then stuffed the tissue in his pocket.

"You want some water? Or something else to drink?" I asked.

"Water is fine."

I got up and went to the kitchen. I tossed the veggies that I chopped earlier into a ziploc bag and put them in the fridge. I got both of us a glass of water and returned to the living room and sat down next to Moose.

"Here you go," I said as I handed him the glass.

We sipped our water quietly and I looked him over. He looked a bit of a mess, but if he cleaned up, I bet he'd be really handsome.

"You know what you need?" I said. "A trim."


"Your beard. You can't go on job interviews looking like Hagrid from Harry Potter."


"Nevermind," I chuckled. "Come on."

I stood up and waited for him. "Come on."

He shook his head. "You don't have to..."

"No, it's no problem. Please let me do this for you. I won't mess it up. I promise. I trim myself regularly. See?"

I ran my hand over my thin beard and stroked my chin and smiled.

He got up and followed me into the bathroom. I got a big bath towel and my beard trimmer and scissors. He followed me into the kitchen and I set everything on the kitchen table.

"Okay, Moose. Sit down," I said. "Maybe you should take off your shirt. I don't want to get hair all over you."

He unbuttoned his flannel shirt and laid it down on the table. He was wearing a ratty wife beater underneath. He had a big barrel chest and his stomach stretched the tank top a little bit. He had several tattoos on both of his arms. I could see his dark curly chest hair spilling out over the neck of his tank top.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. I felt my dick start to expand in my jeans and I was very glad that my t-shirt was hanging low enough to cover my crotch. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was staring at me. I got flustered and dropped the scissors on the floor. I cleared my throat and picked them up and he pulled out a chair and sat down.

I draped the towel around him so that he wouldn't get covered in hair. I took the scissors and began cutting off big chunks of his beard. Being this close to him made my dick start to leak.

"You smell good," I whispered.

He chuckled. "That's the free shower gel and shampoo from the motel."

I smelled the clean scent of the shampoo and soap, but it was more than that. He had a musky, manly smell that was doing things to me that I've never felt before. I just smiled at him and kept cutting until I got down to a point where I could use the beard trimmer. I adjusted the guard to a quarter inch length and turned it on. I slowly moved up and across his beard with the trimmer.

"You're looking better already," I said. "Lift up your chin."

I took off the guard and then cleaned up under his neck. I held his face in my hands and moved him so he was looking straight ahead. His freshly trimmed beard tickled my fingers. His skin was warm. I felt the jolts travel through my arms and straight to my groin. My dick pulsed and leaked another blob of pre-come into my briefs.

He stared into my face as I lined up my fingers on either cheek. I ran the trimmer up his cheeks and shaped up the top of his beard. I put my fingers on his face and checked the symmetry.

"Perfect," I said with a smile.

He looked up at my face.

"That felt nice, Danny. Thank you. Can you cut my hair, too?"

"Oh, no, you should go to a professional for that. Unless you want a buzz cut."

"Go ahead. Buzz it all off."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry. If you fuck it up, it'll grow back."

We both laughed and I said, "Okay. Last chance to back out... Here goes..."

I grabbed the scissors and began cutting off his hair. Once I got it cut down, I set the guard back to a quarter inch and began buzzing. I took off the guard and shaped up the sides and over his ears. I took off the towel and shook it off and smoothed down the back of his neck with my hand. I turned on the trimmer and neatened up his neck line and cleaned up the hair on the back of his neck.

I wiped his neck with the towel. I could see the top of a tattoo on his back and I used my index finger and pulled the tank top away slightly to look at it. He had KELLOGG, his last name, spelled in Old English script curved across the top of his back.

"You like that?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," I said. My voice quivered and I quickly let go of his shirt.

"I saw you looking at my ink earlier. Maybe some day I'll tell you about them."

"Okay," I said. I cleared my throat. "You're all done. Come on. Come check it out."

He followed me into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He ran his hand over his beard and his head.

"Christ. I look like a different person."

"You look really good."

He did. His beard and hair were nicely shaped up. You could see his mouth better. His lips were red and full. Even his eyes stood out more.

"You should probably get a pro to do your hair next time," I said. "But this will work for now."

"You did good, Danny."

We stared at each other through the mirror for a few more seconds. His eyes started to glaze over and I saw the tears pooling.

"Why are you so nice to me?" he whispered.

"Because you deserve it."

He drew in a deep breath and then let it go. Then he grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug. I melted into his arms and laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes and held onto him. I could feel his beard tickling my neck. His lips brushed the side of my neck. I realized how tall he was then as we held each other. He had to be about 6'4".

I was feeling things for Moose that I didn't feel with Leo. I really liked Moose as a friend from his letters, but standing here with me, in his arms, I realized that I liked him a whole lot more than that.

God, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to make love to me.

I felt something stir and push into my stomach. I drew in a sharp ragged breath when I realized that it was his dick. Moose realized what was happening at the same time and he quickly pulled back from me.

He wouldn't look me in the eye as we walked back into the kitchen.

"Can I get some more water?" he asked.

"Of course."

While he filled his glass, I went and got the broom and dust pan and swept up the hair clippings in the kitchen. He helped me sweep the hair up into the dust pan and I dumped it into the trash.

"Well, I should get going," he said.

"You're not going to stay for dinner?"

I looked up at the clock and realized that Leo was on his way.

"Leo is coming over for dinner," I added. "He should be here any minute. You can meet him."

"No, I should--"

Leo tapped on the front door as he opened it.

"Danno?" he called out.

"In the kitchen, Leo."

Leo walked in and stiffened when he saw Moose. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Leo, this is Moose. My pen pal."

They shook each others hands and sized each other up. I shifted nervously.

Leo stared Moose in the eye while he addressed me. "You taking in another stray, Danny? I think you got enough dogs around here."

I gasped in horror. "Leo!"

Moose narrowed his eyes at Leo, then turned to me. "I'd better get going, Danny. Thanks for the trim."

"Wait," I said. "Are you sure you won't stay for dinner?"

"I'm sure he's got places to be, Danny," Leo said. "We don't want to keep him."

I ignored Leo. "When will I see you again?" I asked Moose.

Moose glanced at Leo. "I'm not sure, Danny. I don't know for sure if I'll stick around."

He walked to the front door and opened it. He was about to leave and I just knew he wasn't ever coming back. The thought made my stomach wrench.

"Wait!" I called out.

Moose stopped and turned back to me. I ran to my messenger bag and pulled out one of my business cards.

I gave him the card and said, "Be at this address at nine tomorrow. I can get you a job. Please."

He took the card and put it into his pocket.

"I'll think about it. Bye, Danny."

I watched him get into his beat up pickup truck and drive away.

I sighed and shut the door. I turned around and Leo was standing directly in front of me. I felt a flash of pain on my left cheek as he slapped me across the face.

"You fucking slut," he growled.

Bandit and Harley jumped up and surrounded Leo and barked and growled at him. Harley bared his teeth and snarled while Bandit barked loudly.

"How dare you humiliate me like that?!" he shouted at me. "Did he fuck you?"

I was pissed. How dare he talk to me like that! Leo was not the guy I thought he was.

"Get out of my house," I told him.

I started to open the front door, but he slammed it shut.

"I got a right to know! Did he fuck you?! 'Cause you sure as hell looked like you wanted it."

Leo grabbed my arm and jerked it. I pulled my arm free and shoved him backwards as hard as I could and stormed past him.

"Don't you walk away from me!" he demanded.

Leo moved to follow me, but Harley growled and snapped at him.

"Get the fuck back!" Leo shouted and kicked at Harley.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the knife off the counter.

"Don't you fucking touch my dogs!" I shouted as I held the knife out at him.

Leo laughed at me and shook his head. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. When your new ex-con boyfriend's used you up and thrown you away, don't come crawling back to me, bitch."

"Don't worry. I don't want to ever see you again. Now, get out!"

Harley barked and growled again and moved forward. Leo backed up to the front door.

"Fuck you," he spat at me as he slammed the door behind him.

I let out a deep breath and walked back to the kitchen. I slumped into the chair that Moose sat in earlier and laid my head on the table. I took a deep breath and sat up. I did the right thing by dumping Leo. I should have done it earlier. I nodded and smiled to myself and got up and fixed myself dinner.

* * *

"Absolutely not!" Dad shouted.

"Shh! He'll hear you," I said as I shut my office door.

"I am not giving him a job."

"Dad. Please. He just needs a break. I can personally vouch for him."

"I am not bringing an alcoholic ex-con onto my crew, and that's final."

"Dad. He doesn't drink anymore. And you know I wouldn't ask if I didn't think he could do the work. He's my friend. He's not the same person he was ten years ago. He's got a good heart. I promise you, he'll work hard. Just give him a chance. Please."

Dad's expression softened a little, but he didn't say anything.

"It's important to me," I continued, my voice lowering a little. "I got into a fight with Leo over this and we broke up. He didn't understand, but I know you do. Just give him a chance, Dad. If he doesn't work out, then you can let him go. I'm just asking for a chance. Please. For me."

I sniffled and a tear fell down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. He let out a soft sigh. Dad caved in.

"One chance. He fucks up and he's gone. It's the least I can do for getting rid of that dick Leo."

I frowned. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't like Leo?"

"Because he was your boyfriend and I didn't think it was my place to tell you that I thought you were settling."

I sighed. "Well, that's in the past now. Thanks, Dad. You won't regret it."

Dad scoffed. "I already do."

Dad opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

"You," he shouted. "Marvin. Moose. Whatever your name is. Get in here."

Moose stepped into my office and he looked between the two of us.

Dad folded his arms across his chest and stared Moose down. "Danny will get your paperwork started. I'll be in the back when you're ready to go. You'll ride with me today. Try to keep up. Oh, and if I even smell so much as cough syrup on your breath, you're out on your ass."

"Dad!" I gasped.

"No, sir," Moose said deferentially. "I won't let you down, sir. You have my word."

Dad grunted and walked out.

"I'm so sorry for that," I said.

Moose shrugged. "It's okay."

I picked up a clipboard and grabbed the new hire paperwork. Moose gave me a small smile and sat down in one of the chairs front of my desk. I handed him the clipboard with an application and all of the other paperwork he had to fill out.

He took a few minutes to complete everything and then handed me the clipboard. I looked everything over and smiled. "You're ready to go. Dad will get you your gear and stuff."

"Thanks, Danny. I mean it. Thanks."

I squeezed his arm. "You're welcome."

I escorted him out back and handed him off to Dad, who started to explain how we ran things. I stayed back and checked out Moose while Dad got him set up with his high-viz vest, gloves and hard hat.

He looked really good. He was big and brawny. And that beard looked good on him all trimmed up. He looked especially hot in his hard hat. It went well with his jeans and work boots. He glanced at me as he followed Dad to their truck. I gave him a little smile and I waved.

By the end of the day, I was going crazy. When I saw Dad walk past my office with Moose, I hopped up and walked out to the hallway.

"See you tomorrow, sir," Moose said to Dad.

Dad grunted and turned and walked into his office.

I caught up to Moose and walked with him to the side door that led to where the employees all parked.

"So, how was it?" I asked him.

"It was good. The work was hard, but I liked it. But your Dad does not like me. I'm not sure if it's going to work out."

I smiled. "Give him time to get to know you. He'll come around."

"I doubt it."

I stopped at the side door and shuffled my feet nervously.

"Do you want to go and get dinner?" I asked.

"I'm really beat, Danny. I'm gonna go back and crash. Thanks for the offer."

"Oh. Yeah. Of course."

"And thanks for getting me the job. Really."

"You're welcome."

He pushed through the door and was gone. I walked back to my office and slumped into my chair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I got up and walked to Dad's office and sat down in one of his guest chairs.

"Hey, buddy. What's up?" he asked.

"I just wanted to see how Moose did."

"Fine," he grumbled.

"Just fine?"

"Yeah. He was... acceptable."

He looked back down at his papers and began writing.

I was starting to get really annoyed. "Okay, Dad. Whatever."

I pushed up out the chair and stormed back to my office. I sat down at my desk and buried my face in my hands.

I heard my door shut and I looked up as Dad came in and leaned back against the door.

"Son. I know you want to help this guy. I know you think you know him, but you don't. You can't be his personal savior."

"I know, Dad. But if I can help him, then I'll do whatever I can. I'm the only person he has that he can call a friend. He deserves a second chance."

Dad sighed. "I'm just trying to protect you. But I can't fault you for having such a generous heart. You get that from your mom, God rest her soul."

Dad pushed up from the wall and walked around my desk. "C'mere."

I got up from my chair and he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. He ruffled my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"Dad. I'm 32 years old. When are you going to stop doing that?" I joked.

"When you stop being my little boy."

I laughed and gave him a little shove with my shoulder.

* * *

Moose finished out the week fine. By the end of the week, Dad wasn't such a complete asshole to him, but I would definitely not go so far to say that he was friendly.

He seemed to get along okay with the other guys as well, though he mostly kept to himself. I heard from some of the others that he worked really hard and always went the extra mile. "Trying to impress the old man," one guy said.

I tried to catch up with him before he left on Friday, but he snuck out without me realizing it.

In fact, he seemed to be avoiding me. All week, whenever I looked for him, he wasn't around. After work, he would leave without a word.

By the end of two weeks, I wasn't going to let him get away this time. Being payday Friday, it was the perfect excuse. I held back his paycheck in my office and told Dad to have him stop by after his shift because I needed him to fill something out before I printed it.

I was at my desk writing out some AP checks when I heard a knock on the door. I looked and smiled at Moose.

"You needed to see me, Danny?"

"Yup. Can you shut the door?"

He nodded nervously and shut the door behind him. He wiped his hands on his pants and sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. He pulled his hard hat off and ran his hand over his hair. He held his hat on his lap and nervously scratched at his beard.

I opened my desk drawer and pulled an envelope out and got up and sat down in the other chair next to him. I handed him the envelope containing his paycheck.

"Here's your check."

He looked confused for a second. "There wasn't a problem?"

"No. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.... Have you been avoiding me? Because it seems like you have."

He looked down at his feet, but didn't speak.

Apparently he was avoiding me. I cleared my throat. "Okay. Um. Well, uh, that's all I wanted."

I wanted him to leave before I started to cry. I quickly got up and sat back down behind my desk. I turned my chair around to my file cabinet and opened it up and pretended to look busy.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and my shoulders started to shake. Closing my eyes didn't help. The tears poured down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away.

"Danny. Please don't cry," he said with a shaky voice.

He was standing behind me. My face turned red in humiliation as I wept like a baby in front of him. "I thought you were my friend. Just go."

"I didn't want to," he said quietly. "Your dad... he told me to stay away from you."

I turned around and looked up at him. He had tears running down his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

"I didn't want to," he repeated. "Please, don't cry."

I stood up and I threw myself at him and hugged him tight as I tried to get my tears in check. He hugged me back and his arms felt so good around me.

"Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" I asked.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. What if your Dad sees us?"

"He can't stop us from being friends."

"Well... Okay. Just as friends."

"Okay. Pick me up at my house at 8:00," I said.

I patted his back and he patted mine and we separated. He wiped his face and blew his nose. He tossed the tissue into the trash can. He turned away from me and tried to discreetly adjust his dick in his jeans, but I noticed. He walked to the door and gave me a smile before he left.

When I got home, I went to the bathroom and pulled off my clothes. I took a nice, warm shower and scrubbed everywhere as clean as I could get it. I wanted to make sure that I was squeaky clean for Moose. Just in case.

I was a nervous wreck waiting for 8:00 to come around. When I heard his rumbling truck pulling up at 7:45, I slipped on my shoes. He rang the doorbell and I opened the door and let him in.

The dogs came running up when the doorbell rang, naturally. Moose squatted down and played with both of them.

He stood back up and looked me up and down. "You look nice, Danny."

"Thanks. So do you."

We were both dressed in jeans and boots. I had on a polo shirt and Moose had a faded red plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

We gave each other a quick hug and then headed out. He wanted to drive, so I got into the passenger seat of his old truck. I gave Moose quick directions to the Chinese restaurant on the other side of town.

"Did you get your check cashed okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah. It's nice to have some spending money. I was getting low. You guys pay pretty good, you know that?"

"Yeah. We try to attract good talent and hard workers. How do you like it so far?"

"I like it. I used to paint houses before, you know... This is much better. It's harder work, though."

"I'm glad you like it. I've heard that you're doing really well."

"Really? Your dad didn't say that, did he?"

"No. Some of the other guys. You're apparently showing some of them up."

"I don't know about all that," he said modestly.

We pulled into the Chinese restaurant and parked the truck. We walked inside and Moose asked for a table for two. We were seated at a booth and we read over the menus.

"Hey, Moose? Do you want to do family style?"

He gave me a questioning look like he didn't know what I meant.

"We can order a couple things and share them," I explained.

"Yeah. That sounds great, Danny."

We ordered three different dishes and spring rolls for appetizers.

"So, why aren't you out with your boyfriend?" he asked.

I furrowed my brow at him. "I broke up with Leo. That night you came over."

"I know I'm supposed to tell you that I'm sorry... but I'm not. I'm glad you dumped him. I suspect he didn't treat you as good as you deserved."

I smiled. "Yeah. I'm not sorry either. I should have done it a long time ago. I still can't believe my dad told you to stay away from me."

"He's just worried about you."

"I don't need him to do that. I can take care of myself. I should tell him off... But then he'd only make things miserable for you."

"Yeah, and I'd really like to keep my job. And my nuts," he chuckled and I laughed with him.

After we finished dinner, we headed back to my house.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked when he pulled in front of the house and parked.

"I don't know, Danny. I'd better not."

I took his hand and scooted closer to him. I leaned in and gave him a hug.

"Okay, then," I said. "I had a good time, Moose. Thanks. Say, do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? I'll cook. I'm a pretty good cook. And I'd really like it if you came over. We could watch a movie. I have a bunch of DVDs. Or we can rent something. Oh, geez, I'm babbling. I'm just really nervous. I'm not normally this dorky. I--"

Moose started to laugh. "Okay, okay. I'll come over for dinner tomorrow. Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Nope. Just come over at 6:00."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. With a soft laugh, I got out of the truck and went inside.

* * *

I spent all afternoon Saturday cleaning the house. We were having a beef roast for dinner, so I got that started and in the oven ahead of time so that it would be ready between 6:30 and 7:00.

Moose arrived just after 6:00. I let him in and gave him a hug. Harley and Bandit demanded that Moose give them some attention. Whiskers even made an appearance before disappearing.

Moose was wearing a blue button-down shirt. It looked like an auto mechanic's shirt and even had a patch with the name Moose on it.

"I like your shirt," I told him.

I ran my hand over the name patch and gave him a smile. He smiled at me and shook his head.

"Dinner will be ready soon," I said. "Sit down and relax."

Moose got down on the floor and played with the dogs while I went to the kitchen and checked on dinner. I got everything ready to serve and set the kitchen table.

I walked back to the living room and saw that Moose was on his hands and knees. He was laughing at Harley, who was crouched down in front of him. Harley growled and bounced back and forth, side to side, then ran around Moose in circles as fast as he could. He crouched back down and barked at him, then ran around him again.

"I've never seen Harley play like that," I said with a giggle.

"He's a great dog," Moose said as he pushed up onto his feet with a grunt.

He followed me into the kitchen and we sat down at the table to eat.

"This is great, Danny," Moose said after his first bite.

"I'm glad you like it," I said with a smile. "I had to learn to cook after mom died. This is one of Dad's favorites."

"Well, it's fucking fantastic."

I smiled, very happy that I could make a homemade meal for him that he enjoyed.

After dinner, we took our drinks and sat down on the couch in the living room. I looked down at his right arm. He had the word 'MOOSE' tattooed underneath the hair on the inside of his forearm. He saw me looking and turned his arm so I could see better. I ran my hand over the letters. I felt Moose's arm quiver under my touch.

"I have a tattoo," I said.

I pulled up my left sleeve and showed him my Superman tattoo.

"I know. It's kind of lame," I said.

"It's not lame."

"Yeah, well, I got it with my boyfriend Silas. He reminded me of Superman. He looks like Superman, well, more like Clark Kent. And 'S' for Silas. He dumped me before it healed. That's what makes it lame. I've never told anyone that before. Dad thinks I got it because I like comic books."

I took a sip of my pop and put it back on the coffee table. I let out a deep breath and moved closer to Moose. I put my hand on his and gave him a small kiss on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're here," I whispered.

"Me, too."

I looked up at him and we moved closer. Our heads moved closer and closer and I closed my eyes as his lips pressed into mine. Our passion ignited and we devoured each other. I pressed back into him and kissed him hard. His hand gripped the back of my head as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I whimpered and playfully tried to keep my tongue away from him. He pursued it, demanding that I give it to him.

When we finally broke the long kiss, I opened my eyes and looked into his. His eyes seemed to be swirling with emotions. I ran my hand along his bearded face and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Come to bed with me," I whispered.

I stood up and held out my hand. He hesitated for a second, but then took my hand and stood up. He followed me back to my bedroom and I shut the door behind us.

I pulled back the comforter and sheet and moved onto the bed. Moose hesitated again, then got into bed with me. We laid on the pillows facing each other.

He reached up and ran his hand over my head, stroking my hair. His finger traced along my beard, then ran across my lips.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

I smiled at him and leaned in and brushed my lips against his. Our kisses grew from tender to passionate. Our hands ran all over each other. When his hand slipped under my shirt and ran up my back, I moaned softly into his mouth and my body shuddered. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was tender and loving.

"Your skin is so soft," he said.

Our tongues intertwined and explored each other while my hands moved to his shirt. I unbuttoned each button and he helped me pull it off and toss it to the floor. I grabbed his tank top and pulled it up. He sat up and tossed it onto the floor. He pulled my shirt off and then laid back down next to me.

I groaned as I ran my hand over his hairy chest and stomach. He had a barrel chest with firm pecs. His belly was soft and rounded out a little. All covered in dark curly hair. I raked my fingers through the hair, loving the sensations as it tickled my finger tips.

I ran my fingers all over his tattooed arms. I squeezed his beefy biceps. His hands ran all over my chest and back. He rubbed the light smattering of brown hair on my chest. He tweaked and lightly pinched my nipples, causing me to whimper and tremble. His meaty hand moved to my back and slid down. It kept going, sliding under the waistband of my jeans and briefs.

His mouth kissed along my jaw, then down to my neck. I wrapped one hand around his head and moaned. He sucked and licked up and down my neck. I reached down to his belt with my other hand and unbuckled and unzipped. I struggled to get his jeans down until he raised his butt up and helped me push them down. He tossed them onto the floor and then leaned over me and unzipped my pants. I lifted up and he tugged them off and tossed them aside.

I looked up at him and grabbed the waistband of my black briefs and slid them down, then pulled off my socks. I reached for his boxer shorts and I slid them down his legs. I pulled off his socks and got rid of them.

I laid back down facing him. We were both completely naked now. Our eyes looked up and down our bodies. I hoped he liked what he saw. I know I did.

His cock was uncut. The foreskin was darker than the rest of his skin. A vein ran along his length. The red, angry, swollen head was nearly completely exposed. He was about seven inches long and so very thick. Thicker than I had ever seen before.

I looked down at my own average sized cock. The six inches throbbed and a drop of pre-come oozed out and dripped in a string to the bed. He looked down at me and swallowed nervously.

I pushed him onto his back and moved next to him. "Relax. Let me make you feel good, Moose."

I kissed his shoulder and chest. I rubbed his soft belly with my hand, then moved down. I slid it under his red hot dick, running my fingertips through the furry nest at the base. Moose stifled a loud groan. He was breathing in shallow gasps.

"It's been a really long time, Danny," he whispered.

I kissed my way down his chest and belly. I wrapped my hand around his rod. He was so hard in my hand, but his foreskin was velvety soft. He was so thick that I still had over half an inch before my thumb and index fingers could touch.

I looked up at Moose's face. He was staring down at me with lust in his eyes.

"Do you want me to?" I asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to."

His hand moved to the back of my head. I pulled back the foreskin, exposing the now purple swollen head. I flicked my tongue across the tip, pushing it into the little opening. He smelled and tasted so good that my mouth was watering. I wrapped my lips around him and sunk down. He was so thick, it stretched my mouth wider than anyone ever has.

I bobbed my head up and down nice and slow, while gently sucking. I swirled my tongue around the shaft and head.

I could tell he was struggling to be quiet. I looked up at him. "Relax, Moose. You don't have to hold back."

Moose was panting and breathing heavy as I took his cock back into my mouth. He let out a loud groan and thrust his hips up, trying to get me to move faster. I couldn't get much more than half of him into my mouth, so I used my hand to stroke up and down what I couldn't suck. I increased speed of my hand and mouth and sucked a little bit harder. Moose was grunting and groaning loudly. His hips bucked up.

Moose's body trembled. "Danny... I'm gonna come..."

I kept going, a little faster. I gave my hand a good twist.

"Pull off... I'm coming now, baby! Oh fuck!"

Moose's his legs tensed and his toes curled. His cock swelled and stiffened and then jerked in my mouth. With a loud groan I felt the first blast of his come shoot into my mouth and I swallowed it. He spurt over and over, grunting and shuddering with each blast. I didn't think he would ever stop shooting, but I kept sucking until he did. I swallowed one more time, then licked all over his dick. I didn't want any of his sperm to go to waste, it tasted so good. He softened only slightly and I let him fall out of my mouth onto his belly.

I moved up next to him and he pushed me onto my back. I was so hard that my dick physically ached. I held my breath as his hand slid down my body. He wrapped his hand around my dick and started stroking, causing me to softly gasp. His tongue licked at my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and tongue it and scraped it with his teeth.

"Moose, don't stop," I whimpered. "Feels so good..."

Moose moved down my chest and stomach.

Oh god, if he takes me into his mouth, I think I might die.

His tongue hesitantly flicked over my dick. He took the head into his mouth and he bobbed up and down the first couple inches, afraid to choke. It was enough for me.

"Oh... I'm gonna... Now," I moaned.

He pulled his mouth off my dick, and slobbered his mouth and tongue up and down my shaft. I cried out and gripped the sheets with my fists. The first jet of come smacked me right on the mouth. The second splattered onto my chin. The rest shot out onto my chest and stomach.

I laid there panting and quivering. I looked down at him and smiled a goofy grin. He chuckled and kissed my softening penis. I watched as he slowly leaned into my body and hesitantly flicked his tongue over a small pool of my come. He swallowed it and then licked his lips. He looked up at me and smirked.

"Not bad," he said.

He licked the rest of it up, moving up my body, cleaning every drop of my come. He licked my chin and my lips, then kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to me. He rested his weight on me, being careful not to smother me. He looked down at me for moment and opened his mouth to speak. He suddenly pulled back and rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

I turned onto my side and cuddled up next to him and put my hand on his belly.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I gently rubbed a little circle on his furry tummy.

He turned and looked at me. He looked so sad that it broke my heart.

"Why, Danny?" he asked.

"Why what?"

"Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it."

"I wish you would stop saying that," I said. "You deserve to be happy. I want so much to make you happy."

I laid my head on his chest and hugged him.

"I would do anything to make you happy," I said quietly. "I wish you could love yourself as much as I love you."

I closed my eyes and let the tears flow.

Moose's arms wrapped around me and I felt his body tremble. I looked up and saw him crying. I reached up and wiped the tears from his cheeks. I held his face in my hands and I pressed my mouth to his.

"I do love you, Marvin."

"I love you, too, Danny."

He opened his eyes and he smiled at me. Some of the sadness was gone, but I wondered if he truly believed me.

"C'mere, big guy."

I pulled at him and got him to turn onto his side facing me.

I kissed him and he hungrily kissed me back. I cuddled closer to his big body. I could feel his cock stiffening until it pressed into my groin. I pushed my own hard dick against him. His hand moved up and down my back. He squeezed and rubbed my ass cheeks.

"Make love to me, Moose," I whispered into his lips.

"Are you sure?"

"God, yes. There's stuff in the drawer there."

Moose opened the nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lube and a condom.

He looked sheepish and shy. "I've never..."

"You've been with girls before? It's the same thing."

He looked down at my crotch. "I've been with a lot of girls and none of them had a cock."

We both laughed.

"Well, the back part is the same," I said. "Did you ever, you know, do anal with a girl?"

"No. No girl would take it. I guess I'm kind of big."

I smiled at him. "Yeah. It's big. Use your fingers and the lube to get me stretched and ready."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I trust you."

Moose moved on top of me and I spread my legs for him. He knelt between my legs and looked down at me. He opened the lube and poured it onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers into my crack and across my anus. I gasped and let out a soft moan.

He looked into my face for signs of pain as he slid his thick, calloused finger into me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I have been wanting this for so long. He slowly pumped his finger into me.

"Put another finger in," I moaned.

I had two of Moose's thick fingers in me. He stretched and twisted and turned.

"Moose... Oh god... Curl your fingers forward..."

Moose curled his fingers in as he pulled out and he rubbed against my prostate, causing me to gasp. He rubbed it and then pushed into it.

"Oh! Moose!" I cried out. "Please!"

"Right there? Like that, baby?" he growled.

I gripped the sheets with my fists. "Yes..."

He kept rubbing and pushing my prostate as he thrust in and out. He pulled out his fingers and slipped in a third. I was panting and pushing back against him.

"Ready?" he asked.


He rolled the condom onto his cock and coated it with lube. I started to turn over onto my belly.

"No, Danny. I want to see your face while I make love to you."

I couldn't trust myself to speak for fear of becoming emotional. I laid back and simply nodded. I grabbed my legs and pulled them back to my chest and let out a deep breath.

"Just pretend like I'm a girl," I smiled. "You'll figure it out."

"I don't want to pretend. You're the only one I want to be with."

He bent down and kissed me as he lined his dick up with my ass. He slowly pushed and the head of his cock into my tight opening.

I buried my face in his neck and tried not to cry out in pain. He was much thicker than any of my previous lovers. I gripped his back tight and locked my thighs around his waist.

"Are you okay, Danny? Do you want me to pull out?"

"I'm okay. Just another couple seconds..."

Moose kissed along my neck, holding still for a few moments. He moaned into my ear. "I need to move, baby."

"Go slow."

Moose slowly pushed into me. He groaned loudly as he slid into me. I gasped at his thickness. It hurt a little, but it felt so good at the same time.

"Moose," I breathed.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "Your pussy is so hot and so tight-- I mean, your ass."

I looked up at him and we both cracked up and laughed really hard. He looked down at me and smiled and said, "Sorry."

He held my head in his hands and kissed me as he pulled his cock out and slid back in. I moaned around his tongue as he pushed in again. When he rubbed against my prostate, I moaned and my entire body shuddered. Moose saw my response and made sure he hit it with every thrust.

He broke the kiss and I drew in a gasping breath. "Oh god..."

"You feel so good, baby... I love you, Danny..."

I whimpered and pushed back up into him.

"Can you take it harder, baby?" he husked.

"Yes, please, Moose... I need it so bad."

Moose pulled out and thrust hard into me. I gripped his shoulders tight as he pumped harder and harder into me. He sucked on my neck as he pounded my ass with his fat cock. The head jabbed into my prostate with each thrust.

"Yes, oh, yes!" I cried. "Harder..."

"Fuck, Danny! So good, baby..."

His hairy belly rubbed against my dick and I pushed back against him with every thrust.

"Moose! I'm gonna come! Please don't stop! Make me come! Please!"

I arched my back up and clawed at Moose's back. My eyes rolled back into my head and I exploded, pulsing jets of hot semen between our bodies. My ass clamped down on Moose's rod and contracted.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Danny! You're squeezing-- FUCK!"

Moose pushed into me and his body shook and shuddered. I felt his dick throbbing inside me. He lost control of his arms and he fell on top of me, his body still trembling from his intense orgasm.

"Not the same," he panted.

I let my cramping legs fall to the bed. Moose pushed back and kissed me hard.

"You're fucking out of this world," he panted. "That was nothing like fucking a girl."

"I hope it was better," I joked.

He nipped my chin with his teeth. "Only slightly."

I chuckled. "I love you."

"I love you, Danny. I think I've been in love with you since you sent me the letter with your picture. I still carry your picture in my wallet. You don't know how much your letters meant to me. How they helped get me through..."

Moose's voice choked. I brought my hands up to his face and let him know how much I loved him with a look. He took a deep breath and pulled out of me. He pushed back onto his knees and pulled the overflowing rubber off his cock. He tied it up and tossed it into the garbage bin next to my nightstand. He got back into bed and pulled me to him.

"Why did you stop writing me?" I asked quietly as I stroked the hair in the middle of his chest, where it was the thickest.

"Because you were dating someone and I didn't want to get in the way."

"When you stopped writing, I worried about you. I didn't know if something happened to you, or if I did something wrong... It hurt."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think that you would... I thought since you met someone, you wouldn't think of me anymore."

"It's okay. It's all in the past. We have each other now."

My eyes started to droop.

"Stay the night with me, Moose."

I cuddled into his chest and tightened my arm around him.

"Night, my Danny," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

* * *

The next morning, I woke with a groan. I opened my eyes to see Moose looking at me with a smile on his face. My arms and legs were tangled up in his.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he chuckled. "You're cute as fuck when you sleep, you know that?"

I ignored his embarrassing compliment. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah. I don't sleep much," he said. He had a far off look for a moment, then turned back to me and smiled. He chuckled, then added, "Every time I moved or turned, you cuddled up closer to me."

I blushed and groaned in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"No, it was cute. I liked it. How are you feeling this morning?"


"You're not... uh... sore?"

"Oh. No, I'm fine. I feel good, actually."

He ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass. He shifted and his hard cock pressed into me. Oh god, he wanted me again.

I rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom. He lubed up his fingers and pushed two into me and pushed into my prostate. I gasped and looked up at him.

"Oh god... Moose..."

I was still loose enough that his three fingers slid into me without much discomfort. He rolled the condom onto his fat cock and lined it up and gave a gentle but firm push.

I moaned as he slid home. He pushed back onto his knees. He grabbed my ankles and held them up and out. He pulled his hips back and then pushed forward. He changed his angle a couple of times and found my prostate. My body shuddered and I moaned.

"There's the spot," he smirked.

I looked up at him, my face pleading with him, "Please, Moose..."

He swiveled his hips, alternating between short strokes and long strokes, fast strokes then slow strokes. He started pounding me hard and fast, in and out as deep as he could. His hips loudly smacked against my ass and the headboard banged against the wall.

"Moose, oh god, Moose! I'm gonna come, Moose! You're making me come! OH GOD! MOOSE!!"

My back arched and my body tensed up and I exploded. My warm come pulsed between our bodies. After five spurts, I fell back into the bed, my body quivering uncontrollably. Moose never stopped pumping and within seconds, he went over the edge.

"Aw fuck, baby! I'm coming!"

After his body stopped convulsing and his dick stopped pulsing, Moose let go of my legs and fell on top of me. He kissed my chest and my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

Moose smelled his armpit and crinkled his nose. "I need a shower."

"Me too. You wanna shower together?" I asked.

We got up out of bed and got into the shower. I grabbed the shower gel and a washcloth and started to soap and wash him. He looked down at me in surprise.

"Let me take care of you," I whispered. "You never had anyone wash you before?"

I ran the washcloth over each of his arms and all over his furry chest and stomach. I liked the way the soap suds clung to his curly body hair. I ran the cloth up both sides to his armpits. I gave him a little tickle in his armpit, but he didn't flinch.

"I'm not ticklish," he smiled.

I gave him a shy smile as I started to wash his dick. He reached down and pulled his foreskin back and I got him nice and clean. I squatted down and washed all over his legs. I had him turn around and I washed his back and his butt. I ran my hand across the KELLOGG tattoo on his back. I loved that tattoo. It was sexy.

After I rinsed all the soap suds away, I had him turn around to face me and bend forward a little so that I could wash his hair.

"Your turn," he said.

I gave him the washcloth and he did the same for me. When he ran the washcloth up my side, I jumped. When he pressed into my armpit, I squealed and giggled and smacked his hand away from me. He laughed and pinned me against the wall and tickled me until I was begging for him to stop.

He looked at me and smiled, then leaned down and kissed me slowly and passionately until the hot water ran out.

After we dried off, we put our underwear on and went to the kitchen. I started a pot of coffee.

"Let me cook you breakfast, Danny," Moose said as he gave me a kiss on the back of my neck.

"Okay," I grinned. Who would say no to that?

He opened the fridge and dug around. He made us omelets with bacon, mushrooms, onions and cheese and they were easily one of the best things I ever tasted.

After breakfast, we moved to the couch and watched TV. I laid my head on his lap and spent most of the time looking up at him.

He looked down at me. "What? Do I got food on my face?"

I chuckled. "You're really handsome, you know that?"

I reached up and tickled his bearded chin and smiled at him. He rubbed his hand on my head, smoothing down my hair. My eyes drooped and I let out a soft sigh and rubbed my head on his stomach.

"You act like a little kid sometimes," he laughed.

I smiled and shrugged a little. "You like kids?"

"Yeah. I always wanted kids."

"Me, too."

I turned my head and kissed his soft, furry belly and looked back up at him. "I'm so glad you're here."

He looked down at me and I saw the sadness in his eyes for a brief moment. I wished I could make it go away for him.

We lounged around on the couch for a little while and then got up and got dressed.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked. "We can do whatever you want."

"Can we just stay here and watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, Moose. Whatever you want."

* * *

Moose and I continued to see each other in secret over the next few weeks. I was absolutely crazy about him. He seemed to be coming out of his shell more and more each day. I loved it when he spent the night at my house. We would make love all night long and he would hold me in his arms until I fell asleep. I always fell asleep before him and he was always awake when I woke.

I suspected that he didn't sleep much and I think he had nightmares. On a few occasions, I woke when he suddenly bolted upright in bed. Each time, he would settle back down and hold me until I fell back asleep.

This particular morning, I woke up needing to use the bathroom, so I crawled over Moose and hurried to the bathroom. After I finished on the toilet, I got up and washed my hands and started to brush my teeth.

Moose knocked on the door and opened it. I looked up in the mirror to see him shuffle into the bathroom. He kissed the top of my head and then sat down on the toilet. I looked at him in horror and he kind of chuckled.

"Sorry. I forget sometimes that I'm not... You kind of lose any sense of modesty..."

"It's okay," I interrupted, not wanting him to be reminded of his time in prison. "I guess I should be glad that you're that comfortable with me. But I would die if you walked in while I was going to the bathroom. So...."

I rinsed my mouth and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee and let the dogs out into the back yard.

By the time I got back to the bathroom, Moose was finishing up brushing his teeth. I walked in and turned on the shower. I crinkled my nose at the smell that lingered in the room and he looked at me and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh, too. When he laughed, it was infectious.

I stepped into the shower and I motioned with my index finger for him to join me.

He got into the shower and pushed me against the back wall and kissed me hard. I grabbed at him and pulled him closer. My hard dick pushed into his groin while his quickly stiffened and poked into my stomach.

"I wanna fuck you, Danny," he growled at me.

I nodded frantically. He turned me around so that I was facing the wall. I looked back and watched him grab the shower gel and squirt it into his hand. He smeared it up the crack of my ass and around his fat cock. I braced myself against the wall with my hands.

"Spread your legs."

I obeyed him without question. He moved closer and squatted down slightly and pushed up into me. His thick rod slid into me nice and easy until his furry bush was resting against my smooth ass.

"M-m-moose," I quivered.

Moose grabbed my hips and began pushing in and out of me.

"Jesus fucking Christ, your pussy is tight."

"God, your dick is so fat and hot inside me. Fuck me," I begged.

He gripped me tight and began slamming his cock in and out of me, alternating shallow and long strokes, speeding up and slowing down. He knew exactly where my spot was and he rammed into it with every thrust.

"No, don't stop," I cried out when he pulled out.

He turned me around and put my arms around his neck. He lifted me and pinned me against the back wall. He pushed his hips up and began pounding into me. I gripped him tightly. It felt so good, so amazing. His dick was so hot and so hard.

"Oh god, oh yes!" I panted.

His mouth clamped onto my neck and he sucked hard. My body began quivering and I tripped.

"I'm coming!" I cried out.

My ass clamped onto his fat shaft and squeezed rhythmically as my dick pulsed come in between our wet bodies.

Moose stifled a groan and he came hard with a triumphant shout of my name. His cock thickened even further and it throbbed and jerked inside me. I felt the hot heat of his thick juices pulsing into me and running down my leg.

"Oh god, oh my god," I panted.

Moose stepped back and his cock slipped from my ass. I felt his semen ooze out of me and run down my leg. I laid my head against the shower wall and looked at him through half closed eyes and grinned.

He looked at me in horror. "Danny! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... to come inside you."

He started to get upset and I put my arms around him.

"Shh. It's okay, Moose. I promise, it's okay. I would have stopped you if I didn't want it."

"You're the only person I've been with since before... They make us take tests when we go in, so I don't have anything... You know what I mean? I promise."

"It's okay, Moose."

"You're not mad?"

"No. I... I liked it," I blushed. "You felt good inside me."


"Yeah. You're the only one who's ever been inside me like that."


"Yeah. Only you."

"I love you, Danny. Love you so much."

We started kissing and then reluctantly pulled away so that we could get cleaned up before the hot water ran out.

After we showered and dressed, we went to the kitchen and had a cup of coffee. We didn't have time to cook breakfast since we took so long playing in the shower, so we made some toast and and took it with us.

We drove separately to work. We were the first to arrive as normal. It was raining cats and dogs and I ran to the side door as fast as I could and unlocked it. We were both laughing when we got inside. After I tossed my briefcase on my desk, I went to the break room and started the coffee like always. Moose walked in and came up behind me. He put his arms around me and nibbled my neck.

"You've got a hickey," he whispered.

He nibbled on my neck again and I giggled and squirmed against him.

"Fuck, you're making my cock hard," he groaned.

"What the hell are you doing?!" a voice shouted.

I gasped and turned around to see my Dad standing in the doorway.

Dad advanced on us and punched Moose square in the face. Moose stood there and took the punch. I jumped in front of him and pushed Dad back.

"Stop!" I screamed.

Dad was livid. He tried to get around me and get at Moose. "Are you fucking my boy?! You filthy piece of shit!"

"Dad, stop it! Leave him alone!"

"You let this dirty ex-con trash touch you?" he looked at me with disgust, before turning back to Moose. "You ain't good enough for my boy! Fucking murderer!"

I gasped in horror. "Dad, please!"

Dad swung at Moose again and clocked him in the jaw. Moose just stood there.

I started to cry and I pulled Dad away from him.

"You're fired," Dad spat. "Get the fuck out of my building! And if you ever come near my son again, I will fucking kill you!"

Dad lunged for Moose and I had to pull him back. Moose pushed past the crowd that had started to gather and left. I sobbed and looked at Dad.

"How could you?!" I screamed. "I'm in love with Moose. And he loves me. But you don't care. He's a good person, but you don't want to see the person he is inside, the person he's become. You only see what he did all those years ago. I'll never forgive you for this, Dad. Never!"

Dad looked at me with his mouth agape. I shoved past him and ran through the crowd out to the parking lot. Moose's truck was already gone. I got in my car and drove to the motel he was staying at. His truck wasn't there, so I kept going towards my place. He wasn't there either, so I doubled back to the motel.

I pulled into the parking lot of the motel and I ran through the rain into the lobby. I walked up to the elderly woman at the front desk.

"Hi," I panted. "I'm looking for Marvin Kellogg. He's in Room 214. Can you call his room for me?"

"Room 214? Sorry, hon, he checked out."

It felt like she just stabbed me in the gut. I stumbled out of the lobby and let the rain soak me to the bone as I shuffled back to my car.

As I got to my car, Dad's truck pulled in next to me. He pushed open the passenger door.

"Get in, Danny!" he shouted over the rain.

I just stood there shivering looking at him like he was crazy.

"Get in," he repeated.

I got into the truck and he pulled a blanket from under the back seat and wrapped it around me.

"He's gone, Dad," I cried. "You got your wish."

Dad sighed. "I don't understand, son. How could fall in love with that man?"

"You don't know Marvin, Dad. You never took the time to talk to him. He made a mistake a long time ago. Yes, he got drunk and someone died. But it was an accident. He has spent the last ten years beating himself up. He'll never forget or forgive himself for what happened, but that just shows how much he cares and how big his heart is. I would give my life to make it all go away, to let him be happy and at peace."

I looked up at Dad and he stared at me in silence.

"He's a good person, Dad. He deserves to have some happiness. And I think he has that with me."

"You're a smart kid, Danny. And you've got a big heart. I guess I should trust you know what you're doing. You really love this guy?"

"Yes, Dad. I do. He's the one, Dad. The one I want to share my life with."

Dad sighed. "All right. Let's go see if we can find your man."

I looked at Dad and started to cry. "Really?"

He took me in his arms and patted my back.

"I just want you to be happy, son. That's all I ever wanted for you. You forgive me?"

"Yes. Thank you, Dad," I sniffled and hugged him tighter.

We quickly laid out our search plans and I got into my car and we took off. We drove around for a few hours, checking in with each other regularly.

Dad finally called and said it was too dark and raining too hard to continue. I agreed to go home and get some rest.

After hanging up with Dad, I got onto the highway and headed west. I figured he would head towards Chicago. I didn't really have a plan. I just drove.

I drove for about an hour when I saw a truck on the side of the road. It looked like Moose's truck.

'Oh, please, let it be him!'
I thought

I pulled up behind it and ran to the passenger side and looked in. He wasn't inside. I touched the hood of the truck and it was cool. I guess it had broken down. I opened the door and pulled out his big duffel bag and put it in the back seat of my car.

I pulled back onto the highway and started driving. I drove for nearly an hour when I saw the big guy on the side of the highway walking. He was hunched down, his jacket over his head. As I approached, he held out his thumb and I pulled over to the side.

I leaned over and pushed open the passenger side door. Moose bent down and looked at me in shock. "Danny?"

"Moose, get in."

He hesitated for a second and then climbed into the car.

"What... What are you doing here?"

"I have been searching for you all day. Why did you leave me?"

I threw my arms around him and sobbed. He brought his arms around me and held me tight.

"Don't you ever do that again, you big dummy!" I said as I shoved him.

I let him go and sniffled and wiped my nose.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated.

"I'm taking you home. But first, you need to get out of those wet clothes. I brought your bag from your truck. Come on, get undressed."

I leaned over into the backseat and unzipped his duffel. I looked back at Moose. He sighed and started to get undressed.

"God... You're soaked, Moose," I said as I took the wet clothing from him.

Moose stripped complete bare. I couldn't help but look at him. He reached into his bag and grabbed a flannel shirt and used it to dry himself off. He pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt and pulled them on.

I turned the heat up to high and put my car in gear and drove up to the next exit. I turned around and headed back east towards home.

"What about your dad, Danny? He was right. I don't deserve you."

"Stop! I don't want to hear that ever again," I said firmly. "I love you and you love me. That should be all that matters."

"Okay," he whispered.

"Crap. I need to call Dad."

I picked up the phone and dialed his number.


"Danny? You okay?"

"Yeah. I found him. We're on our way home. His truck broke down on the highway."

"The highway? Tell me where and I'll call to get it towed."

I told Dad about where the truck was and we said goodnight and hung up.

"I can't believe you came and got me," he said.

"Why? You think I'm gonna let you get away from me that easy? But the next time I have to come chasing after you... When I find you, I'm gonna cut your dick off."

Moose chuckled and shook his head. "You're bossy when you get pissed."

I looked over at him and laughed.

Once we got home and got the dogs satisfied, I told Moose to take a long, hot shower. While he did that, I cleaned out one side of my closet. I emptied his duffel bag and hung up his clothes. I placed his underwear and t-shirts on the shelves that were supposed to be for linens. I took his dirty and wet clothes and brought them out to the laundry closet.

Moose came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist as I was loading the washing machine.

"Danny? Where'd you put my clothes?" he asked.

"In the closet."

He walked off to the bedroom. Once I got the washing machine started, I went to the bedroom to check on him. He was standing in the closet staring at his hanging clothes.

"You okay?" I asked.


"Please, Moose. I want you to stay with me. Please don't leave me."

My eyes filled with tears and he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.

"I won't leave you, baby. I promise."

Moose leaned down and kissed me. I cupped his bearded face in my hands.

"I love you, Marvin."

"I love you, too, Danny."

"Come on. Let me make you something warm to eat."

I went to the kitchen and heated up some chicken noodle soup and made him two grilled cheese sandwiches. I made myself a sandwich and we sat down at the kitchen table and ate our dinner.

"You feeling okay?" I asked.

"I feel great."

We smiled at each other and finished our meal. After we finished, I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.

I took the dogs outside so that they could go to the bathroom. Once they came back in, I wiped them down with a towel and sent them off to their beds.

"You ready for bed?" I asked Moose.


I took his hand and we went into the bedroom. I shut the door behind us and led him to the bed. We undressed and climbed into bed and I pulled the covers up over us. We laid on our sides facing each other. Moose's hand moved to my face.

"You're too good to be true," he said. "You saved me, Danny. You saved me."

"You're my soul-mate, Marvin. I love you."

Moose leaned in and kissed me passionately. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he licked at my tongue, beckoning it to play with his. We kissed and made out. I stroked my hands all over his furry body.

I slid down his body and turned around. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him. I glided his foreskin back and forth over the head. I moaned when I felt Moose's mouth on me. I looked and saw him take me into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed in as he sucked. I dove onto his dick and sucked him hard. I slid down his fat cock until I choked and then drew back. I bobbed up and down on him while he did the same to me.

Just when I was about to come, he pulled off me. He grabbed the lube off the nightstand and pushed me onto my back. He moved between my legs and pushed my legs up to my chest. He shoved his face into my crack and went wild. His tongue and mouth were all over my ass. I cried out and grabbed his head as he swirled his tongue around me, kissing and licking and sucking at my hole. His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned wantonly as I writhed on the bed, lost in ecstasy.

He moved up my dick and took me into his mouth as he pushed his finger into me. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft while he slipped another finger into me.

"I'm coming," I moaned. "Oh god, I'm coming!"

My ass clamped onto Moose's fingers and I came hard into his sucking mouth. He swallowed every drop and I finally had to pull him off my ultra-sensitive dick.

I fell back into the bed as he moved on top of me. I was so relaxed after my climax that he slid right into me with no pain.

He fucked me slowly, but each thrust was hard and intense. I knew he was close to the edge, but trying to hold back. He quickly built up speed.

"Come inside me, Moose," I whispered.

"Oh god, baby!" he called out as his thrusts became erratic. One last shove and he was grunting his release into me.

He rolled off me onto his back. We turned around so that our heads were back at the pillows. I moved up and straddled his hips. I reached behind me and took his still hard cock and I sat back on it. He slid into my slimy tunnel with ease.

I looked down at him with lust in my eyes.

"I love your big dick," I whispered. "I love it inside me. It's the biggest and best I ever had."

"Your ass is so fucking tight, baby. You make me feel so good. I love you so fucking much."

I braced myself onto Moose's belly and slid up and then slammed myself back down.

"Oh god," I groaned.

"Fuck my cock, baby," he growled. "Fuck me, Danny."

He brought his rough and calloused hands up to my chest. He ran his thumbs over my hard nipples, then slid his hands down my body to my hips.

I bounced up and down his fat cock. He gripped my hips tight to guide me as he thrust up into me.

I looked down at him. He was staring at my face, his eyes dark with lust.

"Love... you... Moose," I panted.

"You're so fucking sexy, baby," he voiced, deep and husky. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come."

I grabbed his hand and pushed it towards my cock.

"Moose, please," I whispered.

"You want me to touch you, baby?"

"Yes, please," I cried as I rode him harder, slamming my prostate onto his cock over and over.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me, Moose. Make me come..."

Moose spit into his hand and wrapped it around my cock. I thrust up into his hand and then slammed back down onto his cock. I did it over and over until I cried out in ecstacy.


Ropes of hot come ejected from my dick and arced across Moose's chest and stomach. My hole convulsed around his pistoning cock and he grabbed my hips and pulled me down as he slammed up into me.


I felt his dick pulsing and throbbing as it spurt jets of hot semen deep inside my hot tunnel. I fell forward onto my big lover and he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed all over my head. I slid off him and crumpled at his side in exhaustion.

Moose got up out of bed and returned with a warm, damp towel. He wiped my chest and stomach down. He gingerly picked up my soft dick and gave it a cleaning. He then ran the towel up between my legs a couple of times. I was half asleep when he came back to bed. He pulled me to him and I looked into his eyes.

They glistened and sparkled. I saw love and joy reflected back at me. The sadness was gone.

I smiled at him and kissed him. He turned onto his side and I rolled over and snuggled back into him. He brought his arm around me and pulled me close.

"I love you, Danny," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you, too."

I felt his breathing slow down and even out. Then he began snoring lightly behind my head.

It was the first time he ever fell asleep before me. In fact, he slept through the entire night and didn't wake up until after I did.

I knew then that he'd be okay. He just needed love. Love can fix anything.