Daniel stood up and faced him. His robe loosened, and the head of his now hardening penis pushed through the opening.
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” Logan told him. “I’ve been without any companionship for a long time, and I…”
“I’ve been forward,” replied Daniel. “I’m sorry. I’ve been lonely for a long time as well, and you’re attractive.”
“You’re gay?” It was not quite a question but an expression of relief and excitement.
“Yeah, Logan. I am, and I…”
A large clap of thunder shook the walls.
“Daniel, I’d put on some clothes if I were you. It will help me resist you.” Logan smiled.
“What about you?”
“Who says I want you to resist me? Besides, my clothes are still wet,” replied Logan.
“I’ve got dry clothes, ya doofus. I wouldn’t make you put wet ones on again.” Daniel laughed.
“I knew you wouldn’t. You’re too nice of a guy.”
“I think we’re about the same size,” said Daniel. “Except your dick’s bigger.” There was silence. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I… uh…”
“Hey, it’s ok,” Logan told him. “Guys check each other out all the time. I got a peek at you when you were peaking out at me. And I think we’re about the same. Don’t worry about it.” What Logan hadn’t mentioned is that he had been trying to get a ‘peek’ of Daniel’s junk. He found Daniel very attractive, but he also saw Daniel as an exceptional man, someone who would make a great friend. And he knew he needed at least one of those. “I’m willing to wear an old pair of yours if you’ll part with it.”
“I thought I had a new pack that I bought the last time I went into Renton,” Daniel said as he searched his closet. “They’re not here.”
“Any old pair will do, as long as they’re not boxers. I hate boxers, and that’s what I’ve been wearing for the past six years.”
“Well, then, wear these.” Daniel handed him a pair of bright red briefs with a certain mouse on them.
“Really? Why does a grown man have underwear with Mickey on them?”
“You’re right.” Daniel grabbed them back. “I can’t let you wear my favorite pair. These are perfect for you.” At that, he handed him an orange pair with Goofy on them.
“Fine.” Logan slipped his robe off and stepped into the underwear. “Just so you know, I lied.” He looked directly into Daniel’s eyes. “My dick is a lot bigger than yours.”
“Says the man wearing Goofy underwear.” Daniel threw him a pair of short pants. “Here, see if these are big enough to cover up your elephant trunk.”
Another loud thunderclap made both men jump. “OK. Enough fooling around.” Daniel retrieved two plaid shirts from the closet. He slipped into the mouse underwear and jeans shorts, and he was buttoning his shirt when another band of heavy rain and hail began falling. The roof of the convent roared from the pounding. At the same time, a whistling sound from the wind unnerved them. The clouds turned the little daylight that still survived into darkness.
“We’re going to need a flashlight and a hurricane lamp,” announced Daniel.
“Where are they?”
“In the little alcove on the other side of the fireplace.” Daniel led the way and moved the curtain covering the shelves. Both men tried to look into the darkness at the same time and bumped their heads.
“Well, I’m seeing stars now,” laughed Logan, “but I still can’t see a flashlight.”
“It’s there somewhere. Somebody cracked me over the head with a bowling ball.”
“That bowling ball was my head,” replied Logan. “And if it hadn’t been for my thick skull, I’d be lying unconscious on the floor.”
“Here’s the flashlight.”
Logan bent forward and held the wall. “Is the lamp in here, too.”
Daniel clicked on the flashlight. “There it is.”
Logan retrieved it. “What now?”
“Bring it to the fireplace. We can huddle by the fire and hope the place doesn’t blow away,” said Daniel. “I’ve actually seen worse, lots worse.”
“Why don’t we just sit next to the fire, and you can tell me your life story.”
“Let me get the slide projector out.”
“Um. OK.”
“Just kidding. I have three pictures. Two of them are Polaroids from one of the nuns, and the other is a fifth-grade picture because my teacher that year asked the photographer to give each of the kids at the orphanage a free one.”
“So you grew up in the orphanage?” Logan sat down on the hearth.
Daniel sat next to him. “The pictures are in my closet. I’ll get them later. It really is nice and warm here.
Logan moved closer to him. “So tell me your story.”
Daniel took a deep breath. “Well, as so many stories do, this one begins with my birth.” He smiled and laughed a little.
“Like David Copperfield.”
“Daniel Copperfield,” repeated Daniel. He didn’t like telling his life’s story, but this guy seemed sincerely interested.
“I was left at the convent during Matins. One of the sisters found me in the kitchen, so someone slipped in and left me just inside the door, so I’ve spent my entire life here, except for the four years I was away at college. I think that everything was pretty normal until the summer I turned fifteen. The only work we had to do outside the orphanage was taking things down to the refreshment stand that the nuns ran on the beach during the summer. We carried ice, water, soda, snacks, you know, that kind of thing down the stairs to the beach. The stand used to be just north of the cave entrance.
“That summer, I would stay down at the beach. I hung out with the lifeguards, helped with trash pick-up, and ran other errands. So I met more people. I met people who made me feel different about things.
“I began to do a lot of questioning that next year. Of course, I didn’t have a dad I could talk to, and I didn’t discuss it with the nuns. I wasn’t comfortable with the school counselor, so I really withdrew from a lot of things, and I began reading more. We had a priest who would come at least once a month, but I didn’t want to talk about the lust in my loins with him.
“Then part of the orphanage burned down. Someone from the state tried to close the orphanage, and they moved all the younger kids away. The nuns went with them. There were three of us who were sixteen, and a lawyer in town helped us petition the courts to allow us to stay. Our part had not burned, and we got an injunction that let us stay until the courts could decide what was best. Two of the older guys were in college, and I had graduated high school and moved into the gardener’s cottage when the court decided that we could stay if we filed for emancipation.”
“That was rather moot by then, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. The town claimed the property as abandoned and I was able to get title to the convent and a half-acre around it. The rest of the twenty acres has been designated a park, but no one really comes to this part. I have access to the orphanage building, but I haven’t gone inside in years. And only a corner of the orphanage technically is on my land. A crew from the town checks it out in the spring and does any repairs. I make sure no one has vandalized it.”
“Wow.”
“The convent is entirely on my land. Sometimes I think I should clear out, and other times, getting rid of it would feel like erasing part of my life.” Daniel stared into the fire.
“What do you do for a living?” asked Logan. “You must have expenses to cover.”
“I work in the cannery during the busy season. I work at the hardware store when they need an extra hand. Sometimes, I help out when the boats come back in exchange for some lobster or crab.
“A few years back, there was a bad season, and people would leave food in a basket for me. I didn’t like it, but I knew they were doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. They left a note telling me I had done a lot to unify the community around a common cause. That is true, I guess; they really rallied around the three of us who were left after the fire, but I want to earn my keep. Giving me the convent was more than I expected or deserved, so I…” Daniel shrugged his shoulders.
“Are you happy here?”
“I think I am. I feel at home. I have people here who care what happens to me. I care about them; I want them to be happy and successful. I am lonely; I don’t have friends my own age. I wonder about having a real career, but grad school is so expensive. I’d have to move. Maybe I’m coming up with excuses. Sometimes being complacent is too easy.”
“I get the feeling that you sometimes wonder if there’s more to the world than what you have here.”
Daniel felt a little uneasy. Had he taken the easy road instead of setting goals and working for them? He tried to change the subject. “Tell me, Logan. What do you want for your life?”
Logan turned to Daniel. “I’m not sure. Before going to prison, I imagined a life of enjoying my work, traveling the world, being a great uncle to my nephews and nieces. I won’t be able to travel the world because they were laundering money as part of an international drug operation. So I’ve been barred from getting a passport. I wanted to study international law and work in companies that had offices overseas, but I’m going to need to get a job to save enough money to pay for school. But who’s going to want an international law expert who can’t travel internationally?”
“What about helping people who are caught in a trap the way you were?”
“Like Project Innocence?”
Daniel nodded. “Yeah, exactly. People who don’t have the funds to hire fancy-schmancy lawyers. I was able to go to school with grants and scholarships. We can start looking at those for you. Maybe Mr. Juniper can help; he’s the lawyer that helped us out when the nuns left. He might know of a way. I bet there are lots of options.”
“I suppose that’s something to consider as well. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to anyone who seriously discussed my options. Thanks.” Logan stood up and walked to the door and looked out into the hall. He didn’t want Daniel to see the emotions that were rampant on his face. “It seems to be getting even darker.”
Daniel walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. The touch of another human began to make Logan shudder just slightly. He wanted to let the hand discover more. He longed for a caring, human touch for so long. He turned; their faces were just inches apart.
“Logan, the flames dancing in your eyes look like a sunset on the ocean.”
Logan whispered to him. “If we had met in college, I would have taken you back to my room. I always wanted to find the right boy to take back to my room so he could make love to me like they did in the smut books. I didn’t just want a fuck. I wanted love.”
“You mean the gay erotic novels? They inspired you to look for love?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah,” laughed Logan. “Those things. Those fucking pieces of filth that made me believe I could find happiness.”
“Maybe you can find happiness,” Daniel moved his head a little closer, “maybe, by setting the bar high, they kept you from making a mistake. You know, just fucking the first Tom, Dick, or Harry who came along.”
“Or fucking the first guy I met named Tom who had a hairy dick?”
Daniel smiled, “That’s awful.” He pressed his lips to Logan’s. “I’m a virgin, Logan.”
“I am, too, Daniel. Think we might be the first virgins to consider losing their status in this building?”
“Maybe in the category of gay, male ones,” quipped Daniel.
Logan raised his brows, “That’s so fucking nasty,” he chuckled. “You’re so naughty.”
“What’s naughty is a guy in Goofy underwear and one in Mickey underwear with dueling boners who are considering going to bed together,” said Daniel.
Logan ran his tongue over the cleft in Daniel’s chin. “I’ve gone way past considering it.”
Daniel took a deep breath; his eyes teared up, and water spilled down his cheeks. Logan moved his hand so his palm cradled the side of Daniel’s head and his fingers caressed the top of his skull. Their lips touched again, and this time, slight flicks of their tongues enhanced the interaction.
“You’re a very special man, Daniel, and I hate to do this to you. I know you spent a lot of time getting the buttons on this shirt to line up with the buttonholes.” Logan began to unbutton Daniel’s shirt. “But it has to be done.” With two buttons released, Logan kissed his neck, and with the slightest hint from the tip of his tongue, he moved his lips back to Daniel’s jawline.
Daniel’s knees weakened. “Oh, fuck. I’ve never felt that before. He looked into Logan’s eyes, and Logan stared back. Logan’s fingers continued to unbutton the shirt, and then he pulled it loose. Daniel shivered in the cold air but felt a strange warmth as he was kissed over his chest and abs.
Logan stood up and removed his own shirt. “Take your pants off, Danny.” As his shorts hit the floor, Logan dropped his own. The men stood facing each other. Danny’s smooth body in contrast to the hairy-chested man facing him. “Danny?”
“Yes?” he replied between deep breaths.
“I fucking love Mickey Mouse.” Logan dropped to his knees, freed the rigid cock from its prison, and plunged his mouth down the shaft.
Danny threw his head back. Just the right amount of pressure had been used as tight lips encircled his cock and moved down toward the base.
Logan pulled back off. “Your precum tastes divine, and there’s so much of it.”
“I don’t usually have much. You must be doing that to me.”
“Fuck, Danny. How can I want you this much? We barely know one another, and yet, I think I may want to stay here with you forever. How can that be?”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t know. But it is, isn’t it. How can I know that I’ve been hoping you’d stay since I first saw you on the beach? And that desire has just grown as we talked.” Daniel pulled Logan to his bed. “Get between the covers.”
Daniel wiggled between Logan’s legs after he was positioned in the bed and began to suck his cock with abandon. Logan’s moans rivaled the thunder. While Daniel had never been with anyone, he had practice oral sex on a banana after seeing videos on the Internet. He’d read and refined his technique. Logan was now the recipient of that training, and it didn’t take long for him to announce that he was about to lose his load.
“I’m coming, Danny. I’m… oh, fuck, yeah.” His body tensed and then relaxed.
Daniel was still swallowing the seed when his head popped out from under the covers. He licked his lips to draw in the last drop. Logan was still breathing rather heavily when Daniel ran his tongue around his hair-covered nipple.
“I love that you’re hairy. It excites me.”
“That blowjob,” said Logan, “that was pretty fan-fucking-tastic.”
“You say fuck a lot, don’t you?” Daniel smiled. “Did you pick that up during your stay at the state residence facility?”
“No. I said fuck a lot before then, but I probably said it a little more while I was there. But there’s only one time when it really matters.”
“When’s that?” Daniel asked.
“When I tell you that I want you to fuck me.”
Daniel kissed Logan again before pushing his legs up and out to have a clear view of his ass. “Hold your legs while I lube you up.” Using spit, Daniel made Logan’s hole wet and slippery. He checked tightness with his fingers. Every movement of his hand caused Logan to moan.
With saliva slathered over his erection, Daniel followed Logan’s directive and pushed himself inside the man beneath him.
“Fuck! You’re fucking huge. Oh. Yeah. That spot. Fuck me like that.”
Daniel bent forward and covered Logan’s mouth with his as he moved in and out of the man with whom he had already fallen in love. Logan’s moans and occasional shouts of ‘fuck’ echoed in Daniel’s mouth. Daniel began to fuck faster, and Logan’s moans became squeals.
It was no surprised to Daniel that when he came inside his partner, Logan shouted another loud ‘fuck.’ The storm continued to rage outside as the two men continued to make love to one another.
The storm lasted four days. Their love lasted a lifetime.
