Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 4

“What did you say?” I asked.

Mac repeated, “He’s lying here, right beside me.  Would you like to say hello?”  I was so flabbergasted I actually said that I’d like to speak to Jonathan. 

Mac put him on, and I heard him say, “Now Wallie, just relax.  Mac is all yours.  He was just giving me lessons to use on my guy.  I must admit it was a wonderful lesson, and I can’t wait to try it on Jake.”

“Jonathan,” I said, “I have screwed up my life to the nth degree.  Don’t ever be afraid to be who you are.  Every chance you get, just tell your man how much you love him.  You can’t tell it to him enough.  I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you.  Maybe we can get together Sunday or Monday evening.  Work it out with Mac.  Now please put him back on.”

After a couple of seconds, Mac said, “Hi guy.  I love you, you know.”

“I love you too.  I sure wish I could have shared Jonathan with you.  It’s been a long time since I have enjoyed college meat.”

“We’re not finished yet.  We have all day tomorrow for more lessons.”

“I can’t tell you how jealous I am.  Give him one for me,” I told Mac.  “I’ve really got to go now.  I just needed to know that we are all right.”

“We’ll be all right forever, no matter what.  Just keep fucking Marsha and I’ll keep on instructing Jonathan.”

“You have a better deal,” I said, but hopefully someday I’ll be able to share him with you, and live a life that will make me happy.  Goodnight, sweetheart.”

I slept until 10 AM.  When I awoke, Marsha was all freshly showered and smelling sweet.  She was naked and she crawled into bed with me.  Marsha is a beautiful woman, but seeing her naked does nothing for me.  Suddenly Mac was standing naked in front of me.  His erect penis probing the air, looking for my mouth or maybe my ass.

“Make love to me,” Marsha cajoled.

“Have a heart, baby.  A guy needs a little recovery time.

Apparently Marsha wasn’t going to take no for an answer.  She surprised me by doing something for the first time in our marriage.  SHE WENT DOWN ON ME.  I was really shocked.  She was clumsy and her teeth were scraping my flaccid cock.  I pictured Mac sucking Jonathan’s cock and I began to get hard, but I needed to tell Marsha to watch her teeth, and use her tongue not only her lips.  I risked insulting her technique, but I didn’t care.  Following my instructions she got better.  I kept imagining Jonathan yelling at Mac, “I’m cumming,” and before I knew it, I was about to explode. 

I figured it wouldn’t be wise to cum in Marsha’s mouth so I started to yell at her.  I expected her to withdraw, but once more she shocked me, and let me cum in her mouth.  She sucked a little more until I begged her to stop.  When she finally withdrew, she ran into the bathroom and spit out my juices.  Then she returned to our bed, and cuddled up to me.

“Will you do that for me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I answered, “as soon as I catch my breath.  That was wonderful,” I lied.

We cuddled for a while, and I figured I might as well get it over with.  I started to play with her clitoris and she squealed with delight.  I just imagined I was playing with Mac’s cock, and I actually began to swell up a little.  Marsha began to wiggle her ass, and I thought, “It’s now or never,” and I dove down on her.

I found her clit and began to massage it gently with the tip of my tongue.  Marsha was freshly showered, and still I found her aroma mildly offensive, but I kept steadily at my job.  Her wiggles and her squeals increased until her breathing became labored.  Finally she screamed and I could taste a thin fluid being ejected from her.  Marsha had cum, but I knew that women could have multiple orgasms so I kept on stroking her clit with my tongue.  She made no attempt to stop me.

During regular sex she never came, so after I came I would finger her and bring her to a single orgasm.  But now, within seconds, oral sex and my educated tongue brought her to another orgasm.  She bucked and squealed even louder.  I kept right on going and she had a third orgasm.  My jaw was beginning to hurt, but blessedly she said, “Please stop.  I don’t think that I can take any more.  During all this time, I first imagined Mac cumming in my mouth, then Jonathan and then Mac again.  I guess I’m a really bad boy.

“You are magnificent,” she whispered to me.  “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”  She cuddled up to me and promptly fell asleep as I dozed off, dreaming that Mac was falling asleep in my arms. 

That was the last time we made love during the weekend.  I explained to her that a man needs recovery time, and I just would not be able to get it up for a couple of days.  When she asked me for more oral sex, I told her that my jaw was sore also, and it too needed time to get back to normal.  I even pretended that it was difficult for me to eat.  The truth is, I wanted to be ready for Mac on Sunday night, and maybe I would be lucky enough to enjoy a threesome with Jonathan.

Finally, it was over.  At 4 PM on Sunday, I put Marsha in a cab and sent her to the airport.  It had been threatening to snow all day and I silently prayed that the plane would take off and get her home on time.  It never did snow.  I did not check out of the hotel for obvious reasons.  I found a cab and went straight to Mac’s place.  I was greeted with hugs and kisses by both Mac and Jonathan.  I was in heaven and walking on clouds.

The two men were naked when they let me in and the three of us undressed me rather quickly.  “Why don’t you show Wallie some of the techniques I taught you, Jonathan?  Show him what a good teacher I am.”

They took me into the bedroom and put me in the bed flat on my back.  The two of them began to explore my body with their tongues, but it was Jonathan who ultimately went down on me.  Mac taught him well.  His tongue was blowing my mind, and after my almost two day hiatus, I blew my cock into the first decent orgasm I had in days.

After that, I begged each of them to fuck me.  It felt so good to have a solid cock up my ass again and I began to cry. 

What’s wrong baby?” Mac asked.

“Nothing, my darling.  It’s just that I’m so fucking happy. 

Then I remembered Marsha.  I took out my cell phone and called her.  She told me that the weather was bad and she had a bumpy ride.  She had just arrived home, albeit, a couple of hours late.  I said, “Thank God.  I’m so glad you are safe.  I’ll stay in touch, baby.  Have a good night.”

“I’ll try,” she answered me, and we hung up.

The three of us got up exceptionally early the next morning, and only Mac showered.  He drove Jonathan back to his dorm where he could shower.  Then he dropped me at my hotel.  He told me that he would pick me up after work, but I said that I couldn’t wait that long and that I would take a cab to his apartment, as I had done the night before.  When I got into my room, I showered, changed clothes and headed for the first of two meetings regarding the marketing of the new breakfast cereal.

This time the gods were good to me.  The snow did not come until about 4 PM, just as I was finishing my first meeting on Monday.  I returned to the hotel and threw a few necessities into my carry on bag including my cell phone charger.  I had no intention of returning to the hotel until Tuesday to check out. 

It was snowing lightly at first, and I had no trouble getting a cab to Mac’s apartment.  He told me where I could find a key.  I let myself in and waited for his arrival.  I was so excited, I began to hyperventilate, and I had to start taking deep breaths.

At about 6 PM, Mac came home.  He knocked on the door, which I thought was strange, but when I opened it up, I could see why.  His arms were full of bags of groceries.  After he put the bags on the kitchen counter he went back to his car for even more groceries.

“What’s cooking?” I asked.

“Nothing yet, but there’s a good chance we’ll be snowbound for a few days.  Look out the window.”  The blinds were closed.  I opened them up.  It was dark already, but I could see by the lights in the parking lot that it was snowing so hard, it was practically a white out.  Mac’s parking space was underneath a light and I could see that his car already had a good coating of snow.

“I called Jonathan to tell him that it would be too dangerous for me to pick him up tonight,” Mac said with a grin, “so baby, it’s just you and me.”   He smiled his heart melting smile, and we fell into each other’s arms.

“Let’s put the groceries away, and we’ll figure out what to eat tonight.  If we do get snowbound, and wouldn’t that be great, we will certainly eat well,” Mac said, with the pride of a man who has planned ahead.  I actually don’t know what we ate for dinner.  We never really had a meal when it was supposed to be eaten.  We just kept making love, and when we needed to rest, we ate whatever was handy.  This went on far into the night until we fell asleep in each other’s arms, fondling our over worked cocks.

I optimistically set the alarm clock the evening before for a 7 AM wake up.  When I went to the window at 7, it was still dark and if it is possible, it was snowing harder.  Mac’s car was nowhere to be seen.  Mac was still sleeping and snoring lightly.  I waited until 7:30 to call Tom.

“Go back to sleep,” he told me.  There will be no meeting today.  Anyway, we accomplished enough yesterday that we don’t need any more meetings this round.  I tried to reach you at the hotel, but you didn’t answer.  Were you in the shower?”

If I was going to be here for a few days I decided to tell Tom the truth.  “I’m not at the hotel.  I had dinner with a friend last night, and now I’m stuck in HIS apartment.  You can always reach me on my cell phone.   

“I didn’t know you had friends in Buffalo, besides me, of course,” Tom said.

“I don’t, but it’s the detective who found the twins who robbed me.  We’ve just somehow become friends thanks to those two low lives.”

That’s great,” Tom said.  “Well, enjoy the snow, and stay in touch.” 

Tom is a bachelor so imagine my shock, when just as we were hanging up, I distinctly heard a very deep, male voice in the background, ask Tom, “Who were you talking to honey?”

My mind began to work overtime.  Tom himself thought I was his only friend in Buffalo.  Yet whenever I was here, he never asked me to have dinner with him or to go out somewhere with him.  Could it be possible that Tom is gay, and he wanted to hide the fact from me?  I didn’t know for sure, but I was determined to find out at the first opportunity.

Mac was still sleeping, so I went to his computer, and I googled Tom Baker of Buffalo, NY.  I was immediately rewarded with his age, addresses, and telephone numbers for his last three residences, all in Buffalo.  Also listed as residing at his last two residences, was a Dominick Gallini.  No other information was given about Dominick.  It still wasn’t proof positive.

I turned on the TV.  The airport was closed, and officials were uncertain as to when it would reopen.  Crews were working hard to clear the fields but the snow was falling faster than they could dig out.  The city was at a standstill.  People with flights out, were urged to stay in touch with their airlines.  I tried to call them, but all I got was a busy signal.  I was hungry but I didn’t want to eat breakfast alone, so I brushed my teeth (with Mac’s toothbrush) and crawled back into bed with him.

He was lying on his side and I nested against him.  My cock was soft, and I crushed it against his crack.  He purred slightly as if to let me know that he was aware of my presence and he liked it.  In just a few minutes, I fell asleep again.  We didn’t sleep too much longer.  We had showered after our last sexual encounter just a few hours ago, so we didn’t bother to do so again.  Mac brushed his teeth and when he was finished, he kissed me, and he said to me.  “You used my toothbrush, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“Foolish man.  I’m a detective.”  He threw a bathrobe at me and put one on himself.  We went into the kitchen and made ourselves pancakes and coffee.  At the kitchen table, Mac remarked that he missed the morning paper.  Of course, it was not delivered that morning.  That’s when I suddenly lost it and let loose a torrent of tears.

Concerned, Mac ran over, put his arms around me and asked me what was wrong.

“You’re a detective.  You tell me,” I said sarcastically.

Mac accepted the challenge.  “Well, you are being overwhelmed by all this gay domesticity.  This is the way you would like to spend the rest of your life.  Knowing that you can’t, has saddened you, and made you cry.  For what it’s worth, this is exactly how I would like to spend the rest of my life; with you.  I love you so much it hurts.”

We held each other tightly, both of us sobbing.

“Look,” I said, “this snowstorm is a little gift from God.  Let’s be grateful and make the most of it.”  Mac nodded and returned to his seat at the table.  Just then the phone rang.  It was Jonathan lamenting the fact that he had not come to us before the storm started.  All his classes were cancelled, and he had studied as much as he could.  He said that he called Jake at the store.  They spoke for a few minutes but Jake could not talk long.  After we assured him that we both loved him, he finally hung up.  The poor boy sounded so lonely.

After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, we sat together on the couch, holding hands and watching TV. We learned that the storm was not expected to let up until early the next morning, and city officials did not expect services to be restored for at least forty-eight hours after that.  At least two people were happy and I couldn’t help wondering how many other couples in love were happy to be stranded together also.  That put me in mind of Tom and Dominick.  I told Mac what had happened when I called and about my Google results.

Mac had never actually met Tom, so I couldn’t rely on any gaydar he might possess.  We discussed how we might do a little detective work.  Mac had several ideas.  First he went to his computer and with his special access code, he was able to get into his office computer.  He looked up Dominick Gallini.

Dominick was clean as a whistle except for one little incident fifteen years ago.  Dominick was cruising in a park well known for this activity.  A teen ager approached him, and when Dominick allowed the boy to touch him, he was immediately arrested by the undercover cop, who just happened to look young enough to pass as a teenager.  At the police station Dominick pointed out that the cop had approached him, that the cop was of legal age, and he had never touched the young man.  They let him go with some very stern warnings.  That was the only thing Mac could turn up.

“Well,” Mac said, “we know he’s gay, he lives with Tom, and he calls Tom, Honey.  Is that enough detective work for you.”

“Sure,” I said.  “But I want Tom to know that we are brothers.  I shouldn’t do it, but I feel a need to come out to him.  What do you think?”

“You’re friends and co-workers.  If you can rely on his discretion, I say do it.  In my experience, the more you ‘come out,’ the easier it becomes each time you do after that.”

I thought about it, all morning, and determined that I would call Tom before the day was out, but I had no idea what I would say to him.  Mac and I discussed it, and Mac felt that I should come right out and tell him that I was gay.  If Tom was straight, it would be a test of his friendship.  If he was gay, he would certainly come out to me.  All I had to do was to be sure of his discretion relative to Marsha.

I waited until after dinner, and dialed Tom’s number.  A deeper, more mature sounding man said, “Hello,” and I knew it was Dominic.  I hesitated for a second and said something that took all of my courage,

“Hi, Dom.  Is your partner home?”

“Sure he is,” Dominick answered without missing a beat.  “Where the hell can anyone go in weather like this anyway?  I’ll get him.  Who shall I say is calling?”

“I’m an old friend and I want to surprise him so just say you don’t know who is looking for him.”

“As you like it!” Dom said and there was silence for a moment until I heard Tom say, “Hi, and which old friend are you?”

“Relax Tom, it’s only me, Wallie,” I said.  “I’m looking forward to meeting your friend.  Let’s have dinner together the next time I’m in town or maybe before I leave.”

The silence was deafening, as they say.  I was prompted to say, “Tom, are you there?  Were we cut off?”

Finally, tom croaked,  “Yes, I’m here Wallie.  You know about me, don’t you?”

“Yes Tommy, baby, I do.”

“Have you told anyone?  You won’t tell anyone at work will you?  How the hell did you find out?”

“Well, I’m obviously more astute than you are.  How come you didn’t figure out about me?” I asked.

More and more silence.  Finally I heard, “But Wallie you’re married.”

“Yes, I’m married even though I’ve been gay all my life,  and I am also counting on you not to out me, especially to Marsha.”

“Never, I’d never do that.  The guy you are snowbound with, is he really the detective on your case?”

“Yes, but I’ve known him for about two years.  We met at Stoney’s, the gay bar.”

“I’ve been with Dom so long, we practically never go to bars any more.  Otherwise we most certainly would have run into each other.  Why are you coming out to me now,” Tom asked.

“Because, I want the whole world to know how much I love Mac, and how happy I am when I am with him.  When I realized that you were gay, I knew I could trust you and I picked you to shout out to.”

“Thanks for your trust in me, Wallie.  You are a true friend.  I can’t wait for you to meet Dom, and I can’t wait to meet Mac.”

“Listen,” I said, “as soon as the airport opens, I’ll re-book for the following morning.  I’ll tell Marsha and the home office that it was the first available flight out.  The four of us can meet for dinner the evening before my flight.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a great plan.  Wallie, I gotta say something before we hang up.  Thank you for confiding in me.  We’ve been friends a long time, and I’ve wanted to tell you about me and Dom a hundred times, but I didn’t have the courage.  Now that it’s out, I don’t feel like a mere friend any more.  I feel like your brother.  I love you man.”

“I love you too,” I said, as we both started to weep. 

“We’re keeping  our eyes on the TV and we’ll call as soon as we know when I can fly home and when we can have dinner together.  Ciao, Tom.”

I hung up and smiled broadly at Mac.  “You were right,” I said.  “I have a brother now, and a brother-in-law, I guess.  I’ve just started the nucleus of our gay family.  I hope that we can also include Jake and Jonathan.”

Mac smiled and gave me one hell of a bear hug.  I could barely breathe.  Just then the phone rang, and Mac picked it up.  He had a short conversation and handed me the phone.  “It’s for you,” he said.

“Wallie,” I heard Tom say, “I got Mac’s number off my phone log.  I am so excited.  We just can’t hang up like that.  You’ve got to tell me everything; when you knew you were gay; why you married; how you fell in love with Mac.  I want to know everything.”

Tom and I talked far into the evening.  I told him everything I could about me; my youth; my school days; my stupid decision to try to live a straight life; my relationship with Mac; even my chance meeting with my gay son,  Jonathan Mallory.

I learned that he and Dominick had been together for twelve years.  Jonathan teaches Romance Languages at the University of Buffalo, and was in his twenty-fifth year there.  My suspicion that he was a good deal older than Tom was true.

I went into the bedroom where Mac was waiting for me.  He smiled and said,  “I’m really happy for you, my love.  Now how about I make you happy too?”

To be continued...

Posted: 05/01/09