Impossible Love by Hankster

Impossible Love
by: Hankster

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Chapter 1

I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming because everything was disjointed. Events were flashing before me, but they were all out of sequence. I couldn’t think straight and my head was throbbing. I didn’t know where I was or how I had gotten there.

I was vaguely aware that I was sitting in a chair. My rear end was slightly forward and someone was sucking my cock. God, it felt good! Another person was straddling the cocksucker and was forcing his cock into my mouth. I was sucking at it madly. It tasted like honey and I couldn’t get enough. Every so often the two men would change positions. Everything would go black from time to time, but when I was aware of my existence, the scene remained the same.

I don’t know how long this went on, but after some time I felt my orgasm coming on. I wanted to warn the cocksucker, but my mouth was occupied. Suddenly I felt the familiar taste of warm and salty fluid going down my throat and my own orgasm exploded into the cocksucker’s mouth. Ah, how wonderful. I wasn’t thinking straight, but I can tell you that this was the most powerful orgasm that I had ever experienced. Then I passed out again.

When I woke up, I was on the floor. My ass throbbed with pain. I knew I had been raped, maybe more than once. The chair was at my side and I reckoned that I had fallen out of it. I was alone. Bright sunshine invaded the room. I was naked and sweating profusely. Even though it was late fall, the room was sweltering. I looked around, but everything was blurry. I couldn’t make out where I was. I did see a bed in the room and I crawled over to it. With great difficulty, I climbed into the bed and passed out again.

I was awakened by a loud knocking on the door and a woman’s voice yelling, “Maid Service!”

“Come back later,” I screamed as loud as I could. I realized that it wasn’t very loud, but the maid did go away. Well, I figured out that I was in a hotel, but I wasn’t lucid enough to know who I was or how I got there.

The sun was blazing into the room, and giving me a headache. I got out of bed and drew the blind. Then I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself. While peeing, I realized that there was dried semen all through my pubic hairs and my abdomen. I thought that I must have whacked off and not cleaned up afterward, but then, glimpses of my dream came back to me, and I panicked. IT WAS NO DREAM!

There was a toiletry kit on the counter and I knew instinctively that it was mine. I unloaded it and took out my razor. I shaved and then I showered. With a hotel towel wrapped around me, I went into the room to see if I could find some clothes. I spotted a suitcase on a rack and opened it. It was empty except for airline tickets. I checked the clothes rack and there was nothing there. I was cleaned out.

I looked around the room and saw something lying at the foot of the bed. It was my wallet. I grabbed for it and opened it up. My money and my two credit cards were gone. Fortunately for me, the thieves had left my ID card and my health card. I stared at the ID and slowly everything came back to me.

My name is Jonathan Walters. For whatever reason, everyone calls me Wallie, favoring my surname to my given name. I have been married to my beautiful wife, Marsha for just under two years. I live in Massapequa, NY, and I work for a large food company. I am in charge of marketing new products.

Yesterday at 1 PM I took off from LaGuardia Airport to Buffalo, NY to attend a sales and marketing meeting for a new breakfast cereal. My company tries out all our new products in Buffalo. Buffalo is the toughest market in the country. If the product takes off there, it takes off anywhere.

My cab took me downtown to The Sheraton Hotel. I requested a room with a DVD player. Once in my room, I undressed completely. I hung up my suit, shirts and ties, but I left my underwear and socks in my suitcase. I was only staying for two nights. I put my toiletry kit in the bathroom but didn’t remove any of its contents. It was 4 PM by the time I had everything in place. It was too early for dinner, and my first meeting was not scheduled until the next morning. I had the whole evening to myself, just as I had planned it. I opened my suitcase. From underneath the contents of the case, I removed a DVD, entitled “Wild Boys and Truckers.”

I turned on the TV set and the DVD player, inserted the disc, pushed “play” and got into bed. The action on screen between the hairy older “truckers” and the younger boys really turned me on, and I began to stroke my cock. I wanted desperately to cum, but I held back. I had better plans for Mr. Weenie, later this evening.

Are you wondering what a happily married guy is doing watching male porn? Well, I’ve known that I was gay since I whacked off for the first time. My masturbation fantasies often included some hot boy classmates, but most often I fantasized about some of my even hotter male teachers. Foolishly, I swore not to live a gay life. I determined to marry and live in the mainstream.

I did not have sex with a male until I went to college. In college, I only had very discreet sex with men. I never let myself get involved with any of them, and I only slept with men who lived far distances from me. Those of you, who have been in this position, are aware that the yearnings never leave you, even after marriage; especially after marriage.

I am fortunate to have a job requiring a lot of travel. I have business in many cities, but mostly in Buffalo. Whatever city I find myself in, I know where the gay bars are. I always arrive early and spend my first evening at the bars. I rarely miss getting hooked up for the night. I am now 32 years old. I work out, and my 6 foot frame is fat free. I have jet black hair and steel blue eyes. My cock is cut and 7 hard inches. If I must say so myself, I am very, very handsome.

When I walk into a bar, men immediately come up to me. They want to buy me a drink or dance with me. I can’t afford to be particular. I need the sex fast, because I don’t know when the next opportunity will arise. Since I visit Buffalo so often, I found myself breaking my rules for sex. A couple of years ago, I met a guy I know only as Mac. We were immediately attracted to each other. If Mac is at the bar when I come in, it’s a given that we will spend the night together. I don’t consider that I am getting involved with Mac, but I do have sex with him several times a year. I think of him often and when I have sex with other men, I fantasize that I am with him.

Last night, I did not spot Mac, but within minutes two young men approached me. They were twins. I got excited. I wondered if I could have sex with them. It would certainly be a first, and I sure wanted to try. They were very young and very handsome, and I wondered if they weren’t jail bait. I reasoned that since they were given entrance to the bar, they must be old enough.

Ryan bought me a drink and Sean asked me to dance. I’m a little old for the gyrations of disco dancing and when we got back to the bar, I was sweating profusely. I gobbled down my scotch and soda instead of sipping it. Within minutes my head was reeling and everything was getting fuzzy. The twins asked where I was staying and offered to take me back to the hotel. That’s the last thing I remember, except for the fuzzy dreams of having sex with both of them. At least the evidence indicated that the sex part was no dream.

The twins had cleaned me out. I didn’t even have a pair of underwear. There was nothing I could do but call the desk and tell them that I had been robbed, and that they should call the police. I would then call a business associate and get him to buy me some clothes.

As I reached for the phone, it rang. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”

“Wallie!! Where the fuck have you been?” I heard an angry voice ask. It was Tom Baker, the very associate I had intended to ask for help in obtaining clothing. “We’ve been waiting for you for hours,” he continued. I quickly explained that I had gone to a bar last evening for a drink. (I neglected to mention it was a gay bar and wondered how I could keep that from the police.) I told him that I had been drugged there and that they had taken me back to the hotel and robbed me.

“I just came to, and I was about to call the police,” I told him.

“You do that, and I’ll be right over,” he sounded a lot more sympathetic.

“Tom,” I whined. “They took everything. I don’t have a stitch of clothing. I need everything from underwear out, even shoes. I’m a size ten.”

“I’ll take care of everything,” he said as he hung up.

I then dialed the front desk, told them what happened and asked them to call the police. I also requested a robe. In minutes a bell boy came with a robe and he informed me that the hotel was sending me lunch. I didn’t realize that I had slept through the morning and breakfast. I apologized to the boy for being unable to tip him. I stood up to put on the robe and the towel I was wearing slipped down. I was exposed to the bellboy who smiled at me.

“It’s OK Mr. Walters. I know you’re good for it. I’ll look in on you later to see if there’s anything more I can do for you.” I didn’t imagine it. He winked at me as he left.

Minutes later room service brought me lunch. I told them to put a tip on my tab since I was temporarily without a penny. I didn’t realize how hungry I was and I began to gobble down the meal when two detectives arrived. One was fat, balding and middle aged. The other was young, handsome and Mac. I nearly flipped when I saw him and so did he. I had no clue that Mac was a police officer.

There were two chairs in the room. The two policemen each took a chair and I sat on the bed. Mac was sitting in the chair I had been raped on. They asked the usual preliminary questions, name, address, age etc. and finally when that was all done, I was able to tell the story. I felt it was essential to name the bar. I definitely saw the older man sneer. Mac didn’t move a muscle on his face. I omitted the fact that sex had been a factor in the robbery, and neither of them pursued that aspect.

When I was done they told me that they would question the bartender to see if he knew who the twins might be, but they were sure the bartender would draw a blank. As they left, Mac said to me. “Try to remember anything else which might help us and I’ll be back later to check on you.”

About a half hour after Mac left, Tom came in with a suitcase. Tom is about an inch shorter than I, but otherwise we are pretty much built the same. He brought me a complete outfit of his own clothes. While I was dressing he called a central credit card number and reported all my cards stolen.

He laughed. “They have probably charged a trillion dollars by now.”

“That’s not possible. I only have two cards and the max on each one is $5000.00.”

“That’s a relief,” Tom said. “Listen, I’ve rescheduled the meetings for two weeks down the pike. You rest up and you can go home whenever.”

“I think I’ll hang in here until my regular departure time. The airlines charge a fortune to change flights,” I said. All I could think of was that Mac would be back and maybe we could spend more time together than the usual one night stand. I figured I might as well make something positive out of a bad situation.

As he was leaving, Tom suddenly stopped and said, “Shit, I almost forgot. Here’s a company cell phone so we can reach you. The number is on the tape on the back. After you memorize it, you can rip off the tape.

After Tom left, I took stock of my situation. I had no money and the credit card number on file with the hotel had been cancelled by Tom. I wasn’t sure what I was to do so I called my home office. When I spoke to my immediate superior he was more than sympathetic. He said he would call the front desk and give them a corporate card number which I could use at the hotel. There were restaurants and shops in the hotel so I could buy some clothes. But I would need money, so I asked the hotel to advance me some on the corporate card. I was all set.

I went to a clothing shop in the lobby and bought some underwear, socks, a tee shirt and slacks. There were no shoe stores on the premises, and Tom’s shoes pinched a bit, but I could get by. I was just carrying my packages onto the elevator when Mac scooted in behind me. We nodded at each other, but said nothing.

As soon as we entered my room, I double locked the door and we embraced warmly. Mac grabbed my package and I asked if he could stay.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m off until the day after tomorrow. Damn, I can’t leave you alone for a minute. The one night I’m not at the bar, you fuck yourself up royally.”

I answered that nasty remark by saying, “How about trusting me with your cell phone number, so I can call you in advance next time? My next trip will be in two weeks by the way.”

“I trust you, baby,” Mac said. He didn’t have his note book with him, so he went over to the telephone table, wrote his number on a pad and handed the slip to me. “Wanna fuck before dinner?” he asked.

“What a dumb question,” I answered. We were undressed, in bed, and wrapped up in each other’s arms in seconds. I could feel his hard on pressing against me, and I began to shiver. Nobody, male or female, ever made me feel like Mac does. I was too hot for preliminaries and I dove right down on him. I gently took his balls in my hand and guided his beautiful uncut, eight inch cock into my mouth. Mac began to buck and moan and shot his load so fast, I was frankly disappointed.

“Sorry,” he apologized. I haven’t had sex since your last visit. I haven’t even whacked off. I wanted to save it for you. I’ll give you more to suck on in a little while, but now let me do you.”

I lay down on my back and Mac went to work. I had cum in one of the twin’s mouths not too long ago, and I knew I would take longer to cum than he did. I wanted to concentrate on the great blow job he was giving me, but all I could think of were his last words. I wanted to save it for you. Those are the words of a man in love. When the realization that he loved me sunk in, I was overwhelmed. I realized that I loved him too. I wanted to be with him, but I could never leave my wife, and furthermore, we lived almost 500 miles apart. How much more fucked up could my life get? Thinking back on my life, I should have known that you can’t live a lie forever. I should have been honest with the world and with myself.

I didn’t have much more time to think about that, because Mac’s magic was beginning to work. I could feel my orgasm building. Even without drugs I could tell that it was going to be a humdinger. I was right. There was no mess. Mac swallowed all my cum as I had done with him.

We lay side by side fondling each other. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I was afraid. We were silent for a long time, and finally Mac said, “After dinner will you please fuck me?”

“Only if you do as much for me,” I answered. I completely ignored my sore ass.

“Deal,” he muttered as he began to nibble on my ear. I could bear it no longer and I began to cry.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

I decided to let it all out. I took a deep breath, and looked him straight in the eye. “You did nothing wrong at all,” I said. “I’m the one who is all fucked up.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

I stroked his cheek and leaned over to him so that I could whisper in his ear. “I’m madly in love with you, and that places me in an impossible situation. It’s a dilemma, I don’t know if I can ever resolve it.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to expect so when Mac began to cry all I could do was to hold him closer to comfort him. After a long while he mumbled into my chest, “I love you more, and I appreciate your dilemma. I don’t want to be the cause of breaking up your marriage, but we have to find a way out. I want to be with you and it doesn’t seem to be in the cards.”

“We have all night and all day tomorrow to love each other and talk about this situation. My plane leaves at 5 PM. Maybe we can come up with a solution,” I said optimistically.

“Yes,” Mac said. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll take you to my favorite restaurant, The Anchor Bar, where Buffalo Chicken Wings were invented.”

“Cool!” I said. We jumped out of bed and into the shower. Mac had asked me to fuck him after dinner, but as I washed his ass and inserted a couple of fingers, my erect, soapy cock somehow began to enter him, and he begged me to go deeper. As I had yet another orgasm up Mac’s luscious ass, I began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Mac asked.

“I just realized. I fucked a cop and I don’t even know his name.”

“My name is Cornelius MacNeal,” he said. “If you laugh, you’re a dead man. Everyone calls me Connie or Mac.”

“Everyone calls me Wallie,” I countered. Now that we had been formally introduced, we embraced each other. As we kissed passionately, the shower water fell on us, cleansing our bodies, and for the moment, erasing the burden of our impossible love.

We enjoyed our dinner but we did not linger. We didn’t even go back to the gay bar where so lately I was drugged. “Let’s go to my place,” Mac said. I want you to see where I live. On your next trip it would be great if you stayed with me. Your boss will love saving the hotel bill. You can say that you are staying with friends.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I said. “I always call home from my cell phone so Marsha would have no idea that I wasn’t in a hotel. Shit,” I suddenly yelled. “I need to call her.” I took my new company phone out of my pocket.

My first call was to my cell phone provider to disconnect my old number. Unfortunately they told me that the thieves had already run up a sizeable bill. When I hung up, Mac told me to give him the bill when I received it. “Maybe we can trace the perps through the calls they made,” he explained.

Then I called Marsha. I told her only that I had been robbed in my hotel room, but that I was perfectly all right and would be home as planned. I didn’t tell her that the meetings had been cancelled. She asked me about the unfamiliar number I was calling from, and I explained that Tom had given me a company phone to use because mine had been stolen. She seemed satisfied.

Mac lived in a quiet suburb called Eggertsville. He had an upstairs apartment in a four plex. It was only a one bedroom, but it was spacious and tastefully decorated. Mac took my hand and led me into his bedroom. I looked at his king size bed and said jokingly, “It’s your turn to fuck me, you know.”

“It will be a pleasure.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/24/09