Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 3

Mac was lying on top of me.  His well lubed cock was moving playfully up and down my crack.  He did this for awhile and then he positioned the head at my opening and started his entry.  He was about half way in when my cell phone rang.  He started to pull out, but I yelled at him to please continue.  As he did, I reached for my phone.  It was less than an arm’s length away on the night table.

“Keep fucking me,” I ordered.  “This should be a hoot.

“Hello!”

“Where the hell are you?  Are you shacking up with some floozie?” Marsha’s voice!!  I panicked and pushed Mac off of me.

“Calm down,” I said.  “I’m in Buffalo.

“I’m in Buffalo too,” she said.  “I’m at the Sheraton and you haven’t even checked in.  I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend with you.  I thought we had something special between us.  Why are you cheating on me?”

“Honey, honey, honey, I’m not cheating.  Please let me explain.  Ever since I was robbed, I have developed a great fear of hotels.  I’m afraid to go into them.  I’ve started therapy,” I lied.  “When I told Detective MacNeal about it, he generously said that I could use his spare bedroom.  He wouldn’t even let me rent a car, and has been chauffeuring me around until we both go back to work on Monday.”  I never lied to Marsha before, and I felt so guilty.  She didn’t say a word and I was really worried.

“Please darling, get us a room, and I’ll be there as soon as possible.  I promise you, we’ll have a great weekend.”  Still silence.

I was about to plead for Marsha to speak to me, when she said, “Oh my poor darling.  Why didn’t you tell me how traumatic the robbery was for you?  You led me to believe it was nothing at all.  Yes, I’ll get a room.  Just hurry over.  I’ll see you shortly.”

“I guess you heard,” I said to Mac.  “I am so sorry, my love.  I never thought she would do something like this.”

“I understand,” Mac said, “but I don’t like it.”  He started to cry.  “It’s not going to work between us.  Maybe we shouldn’t see each other again.”

“Oh God,” I said.  “Please don’t say that.  Give me some time.  I swear I’ll work it out.  Just don’t give up on me.  I love you so much.”

We were pretty quiet in the car driving down town until I said something at last.  “Please meet Jonathan tomorrow and tell him what happened, and how sorry I am.”

“Yes, of course, I will.” 

I described Jonathan to Mac, and again we were silent.  He dropped me off in front of the hotel and when I went to kiss him goodbye, he turned his head away.  I was devastated.  I wanted to cry, but tried not to.  After all, I had to face Marsha in a few minutes.

“She’s leaving Sunday night,” I said.  “Please see me after her plane leaves and again on Monday evening.  We’ll have two nights together.  I’m not leaving until late Tuesday evening.”  Mac remained silent.  I pleaded once again.  “Please Mac.  I beg you.”

He turned to me and kissed me.  “What can I do?  I’m hopelessly in love with you too.  Of course, I’ll see you.  Call me as soon as she leaves.”

I hopped out of the car, feeling much better, and Mac drove off.  The desk clerk gave me a key to the room Marsha had obtained and I hurried upstairs, hoping to minimize the rift between us.  I let myself in and Marsha ran sobbing to me.  I dropped my suitcase where I was standing, and I embraced her and tried to soothe her.

“Please.” I begged,” don’t cry.

“Oh my darling,” she sobbed.  “When I suspected you of cheating, I wanted to kill myself.  I can’t bear the thought of a life without you.  If anything ever happened to you, I think I would end my own life.”  That was not what I needed to hear. 

“Don’t talk that way,” I said.  “Nothing is going to happen to me and I’m never going to leave you.”

“Well,” Marsha said, “maybe something will.  No wonder you were robbed in a hotel room.  When you came in, you didn’t double lock the door.”  I started to laugh. 

“Touché,” I said and ran to the door.

“Make love to me,” Marsha said seductively. 

I started to undress, all the while staring at Marsha.  I willed her image to turn into Mac.  I envisaged what Mac and I were doing when she called me.  I was willing myself into arousal, and it was working.  I shut the lights and climbed into bed with my eyes closed.  I really made myself believe that Mac was in bed with me, and when Marsha/Mac’s hand caressed my cock, it stiffened to my delight, and certainly to Marsha’s.

After a tourist has viewed Niagara Falls from the Canadian side, Buffalo is not much of a tourist town, so we spent most of the weekend in bed.  I was able to function well enough, and even though I imagined myself fucking Mac instead of Marsha, I truly missed his cock up my ass.  I couldn’t wait for Marsha to go home, and even though I had to work Monday and most of Tuesday, I would have Sunday and Monday nights with Mac.  I vowed to tell him how much I missed and loved him.

After he left me on Thursday evening, Mac drove right home.  He cried most of the way, bemoaning our seemingly impossible situation.  When he got home, he went straight to bed.  He wanted to finish what we had started earlier that evening.   He stroked his cock repeatedly, but he was so upset, he couldn’t cum, even with a familiar enough hand job.

He had no reason to get up on Friday morning and so he stayed in bed until late afternoon.  He didn’t eat a thing.  Finally late in the afternoon, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  He relieved himself, showered and shaved.  He knew he was going to meet a handsome young stud that evening so he put on lots of after shave lotion.  He wanted to dress in a sexy tank top, but it was late fall, almost winter, and Buffalo was cold and blustery.  Almost every day now, snow flurries were in the air.  Pretty soon, the first big snow fall would descend on the city, coming in from Lake Erie, and Buffalo would be blanketed in a white mantle.

He put on a flannel shirt over a white t-shirt, and heavy denim jeans.  He wore no underwear.  He never did, no matter how cold it got.  He finished with crew socks and work boots, appropriate for the cold weather.  He took a good look at himself in the mirror.  He liked what he saw.  He was thirty-five, almost three years older than Wallie, but the face staring back at him looked even younger than his lover.  Jonathan was a college freshman, so he was probably eighteen or at most nineteen.  He was pleased that he could probably pass as Jonathan’s contemporary.

Just before seven, Mac walked into Mario’s restaurant.  As he was removing his fleece lined jacket, a friendly voice said, “Detective Mac, how nice to see you.  It’s been too long.”

“Mario,” Mac said, and embraced the man who greeted him.  “You are so right.  It has been too long.”  He let Mario go and said, “I’m supposed to meet a young student here named Jonathan.  Would he be here yet?”

“I think you mean that hottie at the corner table, but he asked us to set it for three.”

“Yes, I know.  You can remove one setting.  My other friend can’t make it.”  Mac and Mario walked over to the table together and Mario whispered into Mac’s ear, “Lucky you.”

Mac introduced himself to Jonathan. They shook hands and Jonathan said, “I’m Jonathan Mallory.”  As Mario removed the extra setting, Mac could see the confused look on Jonathan’s face. 

“I’ll explain as soon as we’ve ordered our wine,” he said.

When the wine came, they toasted themselves and the missing Wallie.  “Well?” Jonathan asked.

Mac could not have been blunter.  “I was just inserting my cock into Wallie’s ass, when his cell phone rang.”  He was pleased to notice that Jonathan did not seem to mind his bluntness at all. “It was his wife.  She had come to Buffalo to surprise him and to spend the weekend together.”

“Bummer,” Jonathan interjected.

“Needless to say, that put an end to the fantastic weekend of sex that we had planned.  But I’m pleased to say that although I am very disappointed, I am still in love with the guy, and we will have Sunday and Monday nights together.  She leaves late on Sunday and Wallie will call me when the coast is clear.

“Now that you are all filled in, and Wallie has told you all about me, I want to hear all about you and your boyfriend.  What’s his name, what’s he do etc.”

Jonathan took a deep breath and began.  “To begin with, his name is Jake McLean and everybody calls him Mac.  So we are left with two Jonathan’s, but one is a Wallie, and two Mac’s, but I always call him Jake so there will be no confusion.  I think it’s a hell of a coincidence that the four of us share two names. 

“Jake transferred in to my high school when we were both freshman.  His dad was originally from Oceanside, but he moved to Milwaukee when he married Jake’s mother, who was born there.  He never made a lot of friends in Milwaukee, and when Jake’s mother died, his father renewed his friendship with an old high school sweetheart back home.  She was now divorced.  He and Jake moved back to New York, and Jake’s father married his old girlfriend.  When he came back, he opened a delicatessen in Oceanside.  The deli has been very successful and that’s what separated us.  But I am skipping too far ahead.

“From the minute I met Jake, we became best friends.  We were inseparable and began to share sleepovers.  We were never shy with each other, and in bed we began to cuddle and fondle each other.  We often got off in each other’s palms.  As we grew older and more sophisticated, we experimented with oral and anal sex.  By the time we were seventeen, we knew that we were soul mates, and we wanted to share our lives.

“Our first obstacle hit us when I was applying to SUNY Buffalo.  Jake’s father wouldn’t let him go.  He said that he was getting older and needed Jake to run the store, which would be his someday anyway.  Jake and I had long talks about it.  We concluded that I was college material and he wasn’t.  The truth of the matter is that Jake really wants the store, so off I went to college and we are left with raging hardons and occasional phone sex.  That’s about it,” he said.  “Any questions?”

“Well, I can feel for you.  Wallie and I have phone sex often, but we both hate it.  We long for each other so desperately and we can’t be together.  I am always so horny, I have trouble hiding the bulge in my pants.”

Jonathan started to laugh.  “Sometimes in class, I completely lose track of what the prof is saying, and I day dream about fucking Jake or about him fucking me.  Then the bell rings, it would be a major university scandal if I stood up.”

That got them both laughing and giggling hysterically, and some of the restaurant customers turned to see what was going on.

Mac said, “You know all this talk has turned me on.  I’ve got an erection right now.”

“So have I,” Jonathan told Mac.  I can’t wait to get back to the dorm and jerk off under the sheets.”

“Why under the sheets?” Mac asked.

“Well, I can’t do it in the bathroom.  It’s too public.  My room mate is straight, and he’s getting plenty of pussy, so he doesn’t have to jerk off.  I do it surreptitiously under the sheets even if he isn’t there.  I don’t want him walking in on me and making jokes about my not getting any.”

“Last night, after I left Wallie, I was very horny from our interrupted sex,” Mac confided.  “I tried to whack off, but I was so upset, I couldn’t make it.  Maybe I’ll be luckier tonight.”

“All you need is a little stimulation,” Jonathan advised.

“You’re probably right,” Mac said, “and you have given me an idea.  Why jerk off in fear of getting caught?  Come home with me, and we can both do it openly and freely while dreaming of our lovers.  It wouldn’t mean anything, if we helped each other along either.  And I don’t think either of them would mind, knowing we were pretending we were with them.  Besides, I know that Wallie is fucking his wife’s brains out.  Why shouldn’t I get some too?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan said.  “I’ve never cheated on Jake. He’s the only guy I have ever been with.”

“That’s the point.  It wouldn’t be cheating.  All we would be doing is getting our horny rocks off.  Besides if you have never been with another guy, I might be able to give you some pointers that will blow Jake’s mind.”

“That did it.  You just sold me,” Jonathan said with a happy grin. 

“How did you get here?” Mac asked Jonathan.

“I walked from my dorm.”

“Good,” Mac said. “I’ll drive.”  When they finished eating, he paid the bill, hugged Mario good night and left with Jonathan.

When they arrived at Mac’s apartment, he was pleased to see that Jonathan was not the least bit nervous.  Mac does not need to hide his sexuality, and there are pictures of male nudes all over the apartment.  Jonathan got busy looking at each one while Mac poured them glasses of wine.  They both sat on the sofa, their thighs touching.  Mac reached over and laid his hand on Jonathan’s package.  Jonathan did not flinch, but he put his glass down, leaned over and started to kiss Mac.  Mac put his glass down also.  They embraced and began to kiss in earnest.  Their tongues clashed and their hands began to explore all the possibilities.

Mac pulled away.  “Are you sure?” he asked.  “We were just going to whack each other off, but we are starting to act like two lovers.”

“I’m sure,” Jonathan said.  “You don’t know how badly I need this, but I must warn you that I fully intend to tell Jake all about this.  We love each other and I know he’ll understand.”

“And I intend to tell Wallie.  The worst thing that two lovers can do is hold secrets between them.”  Mac took Jonathan’s hand and led him to the bedroom.  There, they began to undress each other.  When they were naked they just stood and admired each other.  Both were uncut, and Mac was about an inch longer than Jonathan.  The girth of their cocks was about the same.

“I like what I see,” Jonathan exclaimed.

“Me too,” Mac said.  “Now get into bed and let me do all the work.  I’m going to give you a sample of grown up, man sex.”

“That suits me fine,” Jonathan said.  He climbed into bed and lay flat on his back.  Mac climbed in also, lay down on top of him, and pushed his tongue down Jonathan’s throat.  After a long while, Mac began his sensuous trip around the world.  He tongued up and down Jonathan’s body for almost two hours.  He was in no hurry.  The next day was Saturday and neither had to go anywhere at all.  They could stay in bed all day if they wanted to.

First Mac explored Jonathan’s eyebrows and eyelashes, licking them softly.  Then his tongue found Jonathan’s ears and it darted in and out.  He began to stroke Jonathan’s throat with the tip of his tongue as Jonathan mewled softly.  Mac worked downward, biting and suckling Jonathan’s nipples, his belly button, and his pubic area.  He was very careful not to touch Jonathan’s cock or his balls, but he licked at the delicate vein between the bottom of the balls and the beginning of the crack.  That nearly drove Jonathan crazy.  His whole body was bucking as if he were riding an untamed bronco.

Mac started down the inside of both thighs and kissed each of Jonathan’s ten toes, fondling them in his mouth.  Finally, he rolled Jonathan over and he lay fully on top of him.  His tongue started to nibble the back of Jonathan’s neck and then he worked his way down Jonathan’s back.  When Mac reached Jonathan’s southern cheeks, he spread them and began to lick up and down Jonathan’s crack. 

Jonathan began to invoke the name of the almighty.  “Oh God,” he cried over and over.  He and Jake had never done this.  Mac’s tongue finally lingered at Jonathan’s man cunt and he started to push into the hole.  At this point Jonathan didn’t care who could hear, he screamed out in ecstatic pleasure.  When his screaming reached fever pitch, Mac rolled him over and took him at last.  Mac’s mouth fully enveloped Jonathan’s cock, which tickled the back of Mac’s throat.  His tongue expertly licked up and down the underside of Jonathan’s shaft.  Jonathan could only moan and push his cock further into Mac’s mouth.  His balls began to shrink and Mac stopped sucking immediately.

“Why did you stop?” Jonathan screamed.  “I need so badly to cum.”

“You’ll see,” Mac said.  He got out of bed and reached into his night table.  He took out a condom and rolled it down Jonathan’s rod.  Then he extracted some lube from a tube and generously greased the condom.  He put some more lube on his forefinger and lubed his own ass until it was glistening.  He then straddled Jonathan.  He reached under and took Jonathan’s slimy cock into his own slimy hand and positioned it at his ass hole.  He sat down on the messy cock and slowly lowered himself on it until all of it was inside of him.

“How does that feel?” he asked Jonathan.

“You’ve killed me with sex, and I’ve gone to heaven,” Jonathan answered.

Mac began to move up and down on Jonathan’s cock.  On the up stroke, Jonathan brushed Mac’s prostate, and on the down stroke, he nearly crushed it.  The college boy screamed, “I love what you are doing.  Please don’t stop.”  With that, he started stroking down when Mac stroked up, and up when Mac stroked down.  Mac’s prostate was rebelling at the friction and he knew he was going to cum before Jonathan. 

With a loud scream, Mac came, shooting cum up Jonathan’s chest and chin and even reaching his mouth.  Jonathan licked hungrily at Mac’s semen.  When he came, Mac’s ass contracted and Jonathan yelled, “It’s my turn.”  He came ferociously, bucking and screaming.  The condom could not contain all of his jism and it started to run out the top, and down his ass.

Eventually they both calmed down.  Jonathan’s cock fell out of Mac’s ass, leaving the condom inside.  Mac pulled it out and ran to the bathroom where he dropped it down the toilet.

“Did you learn something?” Mac asked climbing back into bed.

“Absolutely!  I learned how to make love.  Up until now, we were having sex and it was very mechanical.  I can’t wait to pass this on to Jake.”

“I promise you.  It will be better with Jake, because you two have an emotional tie.  Love always adds to the mix.  Tomorrow morning, after we have rested, you can practice on me.”

They lay side by side, holding hands.  Just as they were falling asleep, the phone rang.  Mac looked at the luminous dial on the clock on his dresser.  “My God, it’s 3 AM.  Who the hell can this be?”  He picked up the phone.

“Hello,” he said.

“My darling,” Wallie said in a whispered voice.  “I am so sorry about all this.  I fucked her until I had no more to give, and she is finally sound asleep.  God, I miss you.  I want you so badly.”

“Yes, honey.  I love you too.  But don’t let her hear you.  Please hang up and go to sleep.”

“Did you meet Jonathan Mallory?” Wallie asked.

“Yes.  He’s lying here, right beside me.”

To be continued...

Posted: 05/01/09