From a tiny acorn grows a mighty oak, so it is with love. Undaunted by rain, snow, thunder and lighting, and even a tornado, Goose and Patrick weathered many storms from first meeting to marriage. By their side through it all, Jefferson and Calvin shared their own love story as Goose and Patrick’s guides through the present and the past and their guardian angels in Heaven and on Earth. Contains the stories: Ghost Writer: Goose is finally allowing himself to feel something again, something like love. He and Jefferson have both been through a lot, war and escaping their abusive exes. There are two problems, though. Jefferson belongs to someone else, and he’s a ghost. While Goose tries to save a tree planted by Jefferson’s lover over a hundred years ago, Jefferson tries to heal Goose’s heart, broken far too long. Snowed In: Goose and Patrick: Four men, two in this realm and two in another, fight all sorts of obstacles, including war, separation, family dysfunction, racial prejudice, homophobia, and their own inner demons to fall in love and explore or recapture their sexuality. Each pair, from this century and one in the past, help the other along the way. Nine Minutes in Heaven: Goose’s lover Patrick ends up on one side of the light, with Jefferson and Calvin. Goose’s family and his dog, Wilbur, are on this side. When Goose is seriously injured and faced with a choice between Heaven and Earth, he finds the decision impossible to make, which could result in him being stuck somewhere in between. Ghosts of Honor: Goose and Patrick have weathered many storms, literally, a massive blizzard and figuratively, death. Will a tornado on their wedding day, a group of ghostly crashers, Goose’s distraction, and Patrick’s lingering emotional pain after the attack be too much to make it through this time?

Weathering the Storms Box Set

My dick was hard, and so was his, in the drawing, and if it was possible, also in his present, ghostly form up against the top of my underwear at the crack of my ass. Jefferson’s cock was long and slender, fully erect, round and full at the tip. That was what I felt and also saw. The opening there was darkened with the now dull lead of my pencil. Still, I lingered—we did—and made it even darker and more distinct.


Suddenly, Jefferson’s aura against me disappeared.


“Don’t go!” I pleaded. “Are you still here?”


“Yes,” he said. “At your side. I thought it best.”


“You, Goose, are the one who is beautiful, and I could very easily give my heart over to you, and my body…if I had one.”


“Oh.” I stood and did my best to hide my erection. Holding the pad against it just made it tingle. I wanted to rub it there, to take my dick out and come. “We should work on your face,” I said. “What does that look like?”


“It’s been a long time since I’ve looked in a mirror,” Jefferson told me.


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