The Trucker and the Runaway

Part 2

Fast forward to the next morning. Despite one moment when Mousie had awoken in the midst of the night, Mousie and the trucker had slept well into the late morning. The trucker felt lucky that he had woken up first this time. He got out of his makeshift floor bed and walked over to the edge of his king sized bed. On the other end, where morning light was coming in through the window, Mousie slept peacefully, snoring quietly. The trucker felt so content seeing this being at peace. Yet, work had to be done, so he awoke the still-faux-cat-ear-wearing boy. "Hey, boy! Wake your sleepy self up! C'mon you're slower than the birds. Breakfast time!" He yearned to reach out and shake the boy slightly, to feel the warmth of his body heat, but just then the boy stirred, sitting up.

"Ummm, who are...oh yeah" With his doe brown eyes, Mousie looked up at the trucker with the most appealing disheveled look, very sensually rubbing his neck, grazing a throbbing, juicy vein that looked tender and kissable. The trucker thought he could even hear Mousie moaning, but in fact that was just wishful thinking.

Snapping out of his delicious fantasy, the trucker replied "My name is Marion. Call me Mar. And, boy, please, help yourself to some of the clothes in my dresser. They're probably over-sized, but at least change your shirt. There's work to do. Lots. I'll be downstairs in the kitchen, bathroom is to your right outside of this room. Fresh towels in there. Oh, and do me a favor, don't touch any of my stuff." Mar gruffly patted Mousie on his small back and took his bearded lumberjack-looking self downstairs. He wasn't thinking about breakfast. As the shower came on, the bulge in his pants grew, imagination running wild. Mar ran to the bathroom downstairs to touch himself. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Those eyes, those wanting eyes, and those pouting lips. He knew that Mousie wanted it just as badly. "Fuck!" As soon as he was done, huffing, he washed his hands and stepped out of the bathroom. Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mousie stood, half naked. He looked at Mar knowingly.

"So there's work to do, right..." Mousie pulled at his over-sized shirt and walked closer to Mar. His skinny body seemed so pliable, so flexible.

"Right, there's umm..lots.. so first.." Mar's train of thought was distracted by the sexy look in Mousie's eyes.

"First, umm. Put some pants on. And don't fucking look at me like that!" Mar growled. Mousie stopped a few feet away from Mar. He looked down at the ground silently. "Don't you ever look at me like that ever the fuck again!" Mar exploded. He felt so much anger rising within him and raised his hand out of anger. Mousie looked up, with a defeated appearance. He looked so tired, so exhausted, bags under his big brown eyes. Normally his face would be considered attractive, but with this fatigue he looked weak and small. "Just get some more sleep boy" Mar felt confused and saddened by the interaction.

When Mousie was back in bed, Mar went to the stove and prepared his mother's favorite french toast recipe, reflecting on his explosive anger. It was like how his mother reacted when she had found his gay porn magazines under his mattress...