Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 7

As soon as I got to Jake’s apartment, and brought in my meager belongings, I called Mac on my cell phone, and Jake called Jonathan on his land phone.   While I was telling Mac everything that had transpired, thanks to an accidental hickey, he was so silent, that several times I had to ask if he was still there.

When I was all finished, there was still a frightening silence.  Finally he said or rather, he croaked, “I just can’t talk right now.  I’m too emotional.  All my prayers are coming true.  I’ll call you back in the morning.  In the meantime I’m going to take some time off next weekend and come down to New York.  Tell Jake, I’ll try to bring Jonathan with me.  I’m sorry but I gotta hang up right now before I lose it.”  Click.

I didn’t want him to hang up.  I wanted to talk all night, but I resigned my self to waiting until the next day to talk to Mac.  When I hung up, Jake was still talking to Jonathan.  He was laughing and smiling and I could hear Jonathan bubbling at the other end.

“Please let me talk to Jonathan for a minute,” I pleaded with Jake.

“Sure,” he said as he handed me the phone.

“Jonathan,” I began, “Mac is so emotional I’m afraid he’s not thinking clearly.  Can you look in on him tonight, please.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he said.  “We’re at Stoney’s  right now, and then we’re meeting Tom and Dominick at Gino’s for dinner.  I assure you, Mac is fine.  He’s just sitting here and crying in his beer.”

“Please hold him and kiss him for me, and please fill Tom in on everything. I was just about to call him, but I’m pretty done out myself, and would appreciate it, if you handled it for me.”  I gave the phone back to Jake and he and Jonathan said a quick farewell.

Suddenly my emotions erupted into a torrent of tears.  Jake held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

“I have a great idea,” he said.  “Let’s have a nice dinner out like our guys are doing.  My treat!  What’s your favorite cuisine?” he asked.

“Chinese,” I said.  He handed me my coat and I followed him out the door.

When we got back to his apartment, Jake insisted that I soak in a nice hot tub.  He was kind enough to run the bath water, and I was happy to step in.  The hot water did indeed feel wonderful.  While I was just sitting there, feeling good, Jake got undressed.  He got on his knees at the edge of the tub.  He had a wash cloth in his hands, which he wet, and he began to soap it up.  Then he began to wash me like I was a babe in a bassinet.  God, wherever he touched me it felt wonderful, but eventually he reached my balls and I realized that I was going to be able to have sex with Jake after all.  I had been afraid that in light of the evening’s events, I wouldn’t be able to get aroused.  He got hold of my cock and peeled back my foreskin. Gently, he washed my head clean and soaped it up good.  By now I was as hard as ever I got.

“You’re going to smell like a whore,” he said.

“As long as it pleases you,” I replied.

Jake stood up and pulled a very large bath towel out of the linen closet.  He held it up, and I stepped out of the tub and into the towel.  He wrapped the towel around me and began to pat me dry.  He seemed determined to do all the work and cater to me, and I was content to allow it.

When I was dry, Jake put me in his bed, shut the light,  and climbed in next to me.  He wrapped himself around me, and whispered, “I want you to rest now and try to get some sleep.  We have plenty of time to make love.”  We grew silent and both of us dozed off.

I was so emotionally drained that I slept all night.  Jake woke up about 6 AM, but he stayed in bed so as not to disturb me.  He nestled up against me and wrapped his arms around my torso.  Even in my sleep, I felt warm and protected.

About 8 AM, I was awakened by the ringing of Jake’s doorbell.  Jake jumped out of bed.  “Who the hell can that be at this hour?” he mumbled as he grabbed his robe and ran to the door.  I just lay there in bed, groggy, still unable to move.  I heard Jake scream and I sat up quickly in bed.  Two figures were running into the room and looked ready to pounce on me.  It was Mac and Jonathan.

They smothered me with hugs and kisses.  I was naked and should have gotten hard as a rock, but I had to pee so badly that I could only get a semi erect piss hardon.

“We had dinner last night with Tom and Dominick,” Mac explained.  “They were thrilled when they heard the news, and it was they who pointed out that if we got in a car immediately, we could drive the approximate 450 miles in seven to eight hours, stopping only for gas and to pee.  We excused ourselves, went to my apartment, packed an overnight bag for the two of us, made some sandwiches and headed for the Thruway.  Tada! Here we are.  I’ll call in sick tomorrow and Jonathan will cut a couple of classes.  We’ll leave about 5 PM and we’ll get back to Buffalo around midnight or a little later.”

Mac took my head in his hands and totally ignored my morning breath by kissing me hard on the lips.  I looked at him helplessly.

“I would love to show you right this minute, in front of these two fine sons of ours, just how much I love you, but I have to pee so badly, you’d better let go of me.”

While this was going on Jake and Jonathan were locked in a never ending embrace and Jonathan’s clothes were falling slowly to the floor.

“Not now,” I yelled as I emerged from the bathroom.  “First we are going out for brunch.  Sunday brunch in New York is a not to be missed experience.”

“Good idea,” Jonathan agreed.  “I’m starved.  We finished off the sandwiches hours ago.  I slept in the car when Mac drove, but I could use a little nap time too.”

We all dressed and headed for a nearby diner.  While we were waiting for our orders, Jonathan walked outside and made a phone call.  When he returned, he informed us that he and Jake were going to sleep at his parents’ home this evening and Mac and I could have the apartment to ourselves.

“We’ll join you tomorrow morning,” Jake said with a wink and a grin.

We ate so much at the diner that we agreed that there would be no lunch, but we would consider going out for dinner.  When we got back to the apartment, we put Mac and Jonathan to sleep in Jake’s bed.  The four of us agreed on a three hour maximum.  Jake and I closed the bedroom door and went into the living room.

We sat close to each other on the sofa.  “How do you feel now that it’s all sinking in?” Jake asked me.

“Happy, at peace, euphoric, and scared shitless,” I answered truthfully.  “I feel like shouting out the window, I’m gay in every sense of the word, and I have the most beautiful boy friend a guy could have.  If you don’t like it then fuck you!

Jake laughed and kissed me on the lips.  While our lovers were napping, I took the opportunity to call Tom and Dominick.  They had just walked into the house from church when I reached them.

“If there’s anything we can do to help you get through this, you know we are here for you,” Tom said.  “We love you, and right now we are so happy for you, but at the same time we are very concerned.”

“Thanks bro,” I said.  “I know you mean it and I appreciate it.”

“Is Jake available?” Tom asked.  “I’d like to introduce myself and say hello.”

“Yes, he’s right here.”  I handed the phone to Jake.

“Hi Jake,” Tom said.  “This is Uncle Tommy.”

“And Uncle Dominick,” Dom piped in from the background.

Tom continued.  “We have grown to know and to love Jonathan and through him, we already love you.  I can’t wait to meet you.  In the meantime see to it that Mac and Jonathan have a bang up weekend.  Until we meet, ciao.”

We gave the guys three hours, but they were up in two.  Jonathan came out of the bedroom and told me to go in.

“Jake and I will use the couch.  You old guys can use the bed,” Jonathan said.  I tapped him on his tush as I sprinted toward the bedroom.  I didn’t bother to shut the door.  I undressed and jumped into bed with Mac.”

He wrapped himself around me.  His hard cock tried to ram my thigh and I almost swooned from the joy I felt.  I caressed his back and his ass cheeks, but I was too full of emotion to speak.

“Are you going to be OK?” Mac asked me.

“With you at my side, nothing can harm me.  My big strong cop will protect me.”

“Do you have a lawyer?” he asked.

“It just so happens that my sister’s husband is a divorce attorney, but I don’t want to fight Marsha.  She can have whatever I can give her except my company car.”

(Months later, in the divorce settlement, Marsha did get almost everything.  She lost out on one point only.  The judge denied her claim for alimony.  My lawyer had convinced the judge that since she had an MS in Clinical Psychology and no children, she was perfectly capable of making a living.  And if that were not enough, I had given her everything I had, far more than was legally required.)

“Stop worrying about me,” I told Mac, “and fuck me until I scream for mercy.  I reached into the drawer where I knew Jake had lubricant and handed it to Mac.  He leered at me like the villain in an old silent movie and twirled an imaginary handle bar mustache.  Then the love making began.

About two hours later, Jonathan appeared at the door.  Jake is waiting to get better acquainted with you, Mac, so head for the couch and let me at that hunk next to you.

I was really done out for at least several hours, but when you are as young as Jonathan, recovery is fast.  He was all set to go again, so I went down on him to get his juices flowing and then I let him fuck me.  After that, I think that he was done for awhile also.  We lay in bed exhausted.  I held his hand and we whispered to each other how much we loved each other.  I almost dozed off when Mac and Jake bounded in.  There was hardly room in the bed, but our bodies twisted and turned and somehow all four of us occupied the bed.  It was lovely to be lying here all tied up with the ones I loved most in the world.  It didn’t even bother me to know that somewhere close by, Marsha was alone and weeping.

The four of us spent a good part of the day in the one bed, hugging, caressing, kissing, rimming, sucking, and the youngsters even fucked Mac and me again.  Even though I love Jake and Jonathan, I looked forward to being alone with Mac.  There was so much to talk about and to plan.

Early in the evening, we showered two at a time.  We all dressed casually.  Mac and Jonathan had very few wardrobe changes with them.  Jake and Jonathan took us to a well known sea food restaurant in Oceanside.  It was quite crowded and we had to wait about forty-five minutes to be seated.  We waited at the bar, and much to their consternation, the boys were carded.  That gave Mac and me a good laugh.

The restaurant bought live lobsters daily from the local fishermen.  We each picked out a likely looking lobster from the tank and the sea monsters were prepared to our orders.  It was well worth the wait.  We all donned bibs and went to work.  We attacked every part of the lobster and I would defy anyone to have found an ort of meat left when we were finished.  As wonderful as the meal was, all I could think of was that Mac was mine, all mine, really mine.  I kept looking at him and smiling, thinking that he was the handsomest dude in the room; the best looking cop in the USA.  I had shed my foolish desire to be a cog in the mainstream.  I was gay and I was fulfilled.  I didn’t care who knew it or how they reacted to it.  I was I!!!  It was all true.

At the end of the meal none of us could move.  Mac and I shared the check, ignoring the objections of our two boys.  Even though I figured that Jake might make a better living than either Mac or I, I felt that it was our duty as parents to pick up the check.

When we finally left the restaurant, Jake drove us to his apartment and dropped us off.  The boys went on to Jonathan’s parents.

“We’ll be here early tomorrow,” Jake said before they left.  “I’ve got plenty of food in the house and we’ll have breakfast in.  I called my father and told him that Jonathan surprised me with a short visit, and he’s going to cover for me in the store tomorrow.  The rest of you can call in sick or whatever you have to do.  Ta, ta.”  He threw a kiss at both of us.

We entered the apartment with Jake’s key and locked the door behind us.  Mac grabbed me and hugged me and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.  I grabbed his hand and headed for the bedroom.  “Wait,” he said, “I have something important to talk to you about.”

“God,” I said.  “You’re not dumping me, are you?  Not now. Not now that I’m free.”  I sincerely meant what I said.  My insecurity knew no bounds.

“Sure I’m dumping you, you idiot.  That’s why I travelled all night to be with you.”  He grabbed me and began kissing me again.  I swear his tongue went down my throat.  “This has to do with our future as a couple.”

“That’s different,” I said relieved.  “Talk.”

“Last week I searched the internet for openings in this area for detectives.  I found two opening in Valley Stream, right next door from here.  I faxed a résumé and they called me two hours later.  They interviewed me on the phone and said that the job was mine if I wanted it, but they would need to interview me face to face to seal the deal.  It pays a lot more than I am making now.  I was supposed to come down next Friday.  I made it for Friday hoping you could get away from Marsha for a few hours over the weekend.  Now, I’ll call them tomorrow and see if they will interview me tomorrow.  If not, I’ll be back next weekend.”

I was speechless.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Mac sounded concerned.

“Yeah.  Even if you interview tomorrow and get the job, come down next weekend anyway, and we’ll look for an apartment in Valley Stream.  It’s an easy commute to Manhattan from there.  It’s much shorter than the trip I had from Massapequa.”

“I love you Jonathan Walters, and I’m giddy at the fact that our lives are coming together, and taking the same course for the future.”

“You talk too much,” I said.  “Show me!”

“Come,” he said.  “This will be the first time as a married couple. I promise to give you a wedding night you’ll never forget.”  He did and I’ll never forget it.

At his insistence, Mac did all the work.  He brought me off a record three times that night, by mouth and by ass.  At the end I could barely speak.

“Damn, I’m good,” he said.  “After you have rested do you think you could do as much for me?”

“I hope so.  Anyway, I always accept a meaningful challenge.”

The boys arrived about 9:00 AM just as Mac was getting off the phone.  He had called the Valley Stream precinct’s human resources department, and they had set him up for an 11 AM interview.  Mac figured that it would include lunch so that they could get to know him in a social setting as well as a professional one.  We told the boys what was going on with Mac’s interview.  They were very excited, not only for Mac and me, but for themselves as well.

“I’ll drive you over there,” Jake said, “but for now Chef Jacob McLean is going to work his magic.  I want everyone out of my way while I work.  Jonathan you can set the table, and set up the coffee while I cook.”

Jake prepared French toast sprinkled with cinnamon and shaved almonds.  He put three kinds of syrups on the table; maple, raspberry and strawberry.  Shades of IHOP!  Jonathan poured four glasses of orange juice, and started the coffee maker.   The aroma in the kitchen was intoxicating, as if I needed further intoxication.  At that moment in time, I was happier than I would ever be again in my life.  Sex was not even a factor in the equation.  All that was happening was that a close knit family was enjoying breakfast together.

We lingered over breakfast and talked a lot about our plans for the future.  That’s when Jonathan dropped the next bombshell.  “I’m transferring to LIU next semester,” he said.  “I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure they would accept me.  I can live right here with you, Jake, and commute to school.”

Jake jumped up and grabbed Jonathan, pulling him so close they looked like they would meld together.  He was speechless, but there were tears in his eyes.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard to be separated,” Jonathan said.

“Neither did I,” Jake echoed the sentiment.

When it was time for Jake to drive Mac to his interview, Jonathan and I set about cleaning up the breakfast mess.  The last plate was put away, and the place was looking ship shape when Jake returned.  “Mac will call when it’s over and we can all go get him.  In the meantime,” he said, “we have two or three hours before he’ll call.  How about we play a little?”  Without waiting for an answer, he began to strip, and then Jonathan followed suit.  I was slower to respond so they started to undress me right there in the living room until I was naked.  We didn’t bother to go to the bedroom.  They both fell to their knees and began to suck my cock and my balls at the same time.  This morning when I woke up I thought I would be unable to get an erection for at least a week, but here I was, hard as a rock again, and definitely feeling an orgasm coming on.

“You guys are killing me,” I cried.  “I’m loving it.”

They pulled me to the floor and we formed a daisy chain.  None of us stopped sucking until each of us came.  Afterward, we lay on the floor hugging, kissing and fondling.  None of us discriminated as to who was hugging, kissing or fondling whom.  Our love extended to all present and to the one at the police station.

The phone rang at about 2:30 PM.  “I start working here three weeks from today,” Mac announced.  “Now come pick me up.  We don’t have much time left.”  We cheered for him, and reluctantly we dressed and went to get him.

When he got into the back seat of Jake’s car, he kissed me hard.  “Everything is falling into place,” he told me.  “I’ve got a lot of work to do when I get home.  I’ll put everything in storage until we find a place.  I hope you like my furniture, honey, since you don’t have a stitch of your own.”

“I like everything about you,” I let him know “and that includes your furniture.”

“Listen guys,” Mac continued, “I got a weather report for the length of the Thruway at the police station.  It’s snowing heavily between Syracuse and Rochester and it’s headed toward Buffalo.  I think Jonathan and I should leave as soon as we get back to Jake’s place.”

Everyone agreed.  “I’ll make you sandwiches and give you a cooler with cokes.  That way, you’ll only have to stop for gas and to pee.”

Back at the apartment, Mac and Jonathan packed their overnight bag.  We put the bag, cooler and the sandwiches in the back seat.  We said our teary goodbyes, and Mac promised to come to New York on Friday since he already had his plane tickets, which he had purchased for his interview.

It was about 3:45 PM when they left, and if the roads were good, they would get home before midnight.  Jonathan drove first because he knew his way around the city and would take them to the Thruway.  After that, they would alternate driving.

Jake and I stood in the street and waved goodbye as they drove off.  Suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of pure dread and foreboding.  It was so bad I needed to barf and ran back inside to do so.  Fortunately the desire to vomit passed, but the terrible feeling of dread did not.

That night, neither Jake nor I were in the mood for sex, but we were lying in bed holding hands and watching the news, when the telephone rang, and I feared that something terrible had happened.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/15/09