Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 9

We went ape over the very first apartment we saw.  It was unfurnished.  The sellers had been transferred to Chicago.  They were already gone and very anxious to sell, or at least to rent.  Everything was newly painted and the carpets had just been cleaned.  The place was ready to move into.

The second bedroom wasn’t the usual small guest room.  The apartment actually had two master suites.  Both bedrooms were the same size, and each had its own full bathroom.  The kitchen was an ‘eat-in’ kitchen and there was a full size dining room as well.  The living room was fairly large and formed an ‘L’ with the dining room.  There was a laundry room off the entrance hall.  The apartment was on the fourth floor of an eight story building.  There were sliding glass doors in the living room, and in one of the bedrooms.  These doors led to a terrace thirty feet long and ten feet wide which could be accessed from either the living room or the bedroom..  The panoramic view from the terrace was breathtaking.  The terrace also overlooked the condominium’s swimming pool which had been drained for the winter.  There was underground parking and each unit owner was assigned two spaces.  Also underground was a fully equipped gymnasium.

Mac and I looked at each other and communicated a very positive yes, but just to be polite we went to see the other apartments.  By comparison, there was no comparison.  We saw three more apartments.  The fifth had gone to contract late yesterday afternoon.  By the time we had seen all the apartments, it was noon, and we decided to go to lunch.

Over lunch, we discussed the merits of buying versus renting and Mac and I decided to tender an offer to buy.  The sellers were asking $195,000 and we offered $180,000.  Marlene whipped out her cell phone and reached them in Chicago.  They countered with $185,000 and it was a deal.

Back at Marlene’s office, we filled out a million papers including a mortgage application with a bank Marlene dealt with.  She said that our combined salaries would qualify us for a mortgage on a mansion, but if we could put down a minimum of 20% of the purchase price we could save a half percent on the mortgage rate.  We settled on 10% down and the higher rate.  Neither of us could come up with $18,500, but we could easily swing $9,250 each. 

Marsha had tied up all my assets, so I excused myself a moment, and called Izzy.  I explained that I had seen a lovely, appropriate apartment.  The sellers were already moved into a new home and were anxious to sell so I got it for a steal, but I needed a down payment of $9,250.  Could I borrow it until my assets were unfrozen?  I told Izzy I would pay interest at the going rate.

“Interest, shminterest,” Izzy said.  “Are you sure that’s enough?  You gotta buy furniture, and maybe curtains and I don’t know what else.  You should take more.”

I started to cry.  I wanted to say that my partner had furniture and the apartment had attractive wooden blinds, but I didn’t dare.  “It’s fine.” I sobbed.  “This will be enough for now and then we’ll see.  The only problem is I don’t know how soon my lawyer can get my assets unfrozen.  I hope it will be really soon. 

“Don’t worry how soon you can pay me back,” Izzy said.  “I trust you, my boy.”

“Thank you, Izzy.  I’ll see you Monday morning.”

I returned to Marlene’s office and nodded my go ahead.

“It should take two or three weeks to approve the mortgage and we can close anytime after that,” Marlene beamed at us.  “All I need is a $1,000 binder.” 

We each whipped out our check books.  Mine was new and this was the first check I wrote on my new, unfrozen account.  I had deposited my first pay check into it, and I happily prepared a check to the escrow agent for $500.  Marlene took our two checks and clipped them to our papers.  I still had to pay my existing mortgage and household expenses and provide spending money for Marsha until everything was settled.  But none of that concerned me.  I was happy where I was, and my happiness was worth every penny.  What I had thought was impossible, was becoming a reality and worth whatever I had to pay.

“Is it possible to start moving stuff in before the closing?” Mac asked Marlene.  I’m almost all packed up in Buffalo and I’d hate to have to go into storage and spend all that extra money.”

“That wouldn’t be possible, but I’ll bet the sellers would let you rent it until then.”  Out came her cell phone.  Once again negotiations began.  “How about $200 a week until closing?  There will be no security deposit or anything like that.  I’ll fax them a little informal lease agreement and they’ll fax it right back.”  We both nodded vigorously.

Marlene typed her own version of a lease, and faxed it to Chicago.  Minutes later, it was back and signed and she had us sign.  She added this to our documents and we each gave her another check for $100 for the first week’s rent.  She handed us the keys, kissed us both on the cheeks, hugged us both as well, and wished us luck.

“You should call the electric company and the phone company and get services turned on,” she suggested.  Also at least one of you has to be approved by the condo association before closing.  I can set it up at your convenience.  It’s just a formality.”

“It should be me,” I said.  “I’m the local one.  I’ll be out of town on business Monday and Tuesday.  How about Wednesday or Thursday evening after work?”

I never saw anyone as efficient as Marlene.  Again she made a phone call.  There was a brief conversation.  She told the party on the other end that two young men were buying the apartment jointly.  They were both here for the weekend, but one currently lived out of town.  The local buyer could meet after work on Wednesday or Thursday.  Marlene looked at us and asked if we would like to be interviewed in a half hour.  We looked at each other and nodded back at her.

“The president and the vice president will see you in the president’s apartment in about thirty minutes.  Her name is Joyce Fallon and the vice president is Tony D’Amico.  Joyce lives in 7A.  Get a move on.

In the car, I told Mac that I was not worried about Joyce, but I was afraid that Tony might be homophobic.  Mac said to stop worrying.  They couldn’t turn us down for sexual orientation.  That would be illegal.  Our credit was better than what was called for, as Marlene had pointed out.  We just had to be our usual charming selves.

Joyce turned out to be a well preserved divorcee in her early thirties.  I could see her drooling when she saw us.  Tony was a bubbly, overweight Italian gentleman in his sixties.  It turned out not to be much of an interview, but more like a let’s get acquainted session.  They were delighted to hear that Mac was a cop.  Everyone thinks that having a cop around adds a measure of protection to the premises.  Joyce’s interest was piqued when she heard that I was in process of getting a divorce until Tony asked point blank, “Are you two a gay couple?”

I was flabbergasted, but Mac answered proudly, “Yes, we are!” and he took my hand.  Joyce looked disappointed, but Tony’s reaction surprised me.

“Good,” he said in his slightly Italian accent.  “The gays in this building are the best owners.  They are always doing improvements to their apartments and they are the first to decorate the lobby.  You should see how pretty they do the lobby at Christmas.  I look forward to you boys moving in.  I’ll introduce you to the other owners.”  I was interested to hear that there were other gays in the building.

“We already have the key,” I said.  “We are renting until the closing so we’ll be seeing you around.”

“That’s wonderful,” Tony said.  We have to sign off on you, and send a form to Marlene to include with your closing documents.  We’ll do that right away.”  He got up and shook both our hands.  Joyce did the same and we left. 

“It feels like it should be midnight, but it’s only 4:00,” Mac said. 

“I know.  Jake gets off at 3 PM on Saturdays.  Let’s get hold of him and we’ll celebrate together tonight.  I’ll call him to see where he’s at.”

Jake was home, so we went to his apartment.  He was delighted to see Mac again, but made some remarks about how he hated to have to sleep alone tonight.  Mac laughed and said that it might not be necessary.  “Jonathan asked me to give you one for him.  Now what do you think he meant?”

We filled Jake in on our purchase, and told him that after we checked out of the hotel tomorrow morning, we were bringing a load of stuff to the apartment.  Then we would have to come back to Jake’s place so I could pack a bag before we would head to the airport.  Jake said that he would drive us there so that I didn’t have to pay for parking overnight for two nights at the airport.

Suddenly I remembered that I had to call the electric company to switch the meter to our name.  I called the business office, which fortunately was still open.  Since I already had an account in my name, they did not require a security deposit.  I opened the account in joint names, and that really excited me.  The switch would be made at midnight tonight.

We agreed to hold off with the telephone until Mac moved.  We could use our cell phones until then.  Eventually we would need a land line to buzz open the lobby door for visitors.

“My family always celebrates big events at Peter Luger’s Steak House,” Jake said.  “Let’s go there, but don’t even think of taking out a wallet.  This is my treat.  But first take me to see the apartment.  After dinner it would be great if you invited me to play with you at the hotel.”  He then called the restaurant and made reservations.

We each freshened up before going out to dinner.  We had a couple of hours to kill and we chatted excitedly about the marathon day we had just had.  “Hey, I gotta call Jonathan,” Jake said.

“We should call Tom and Dominick,” Mac said.

Two cell phones got busy and there was excited conversations happening on both of them.  “We’ve only been on the market for a week and we’ve had two offers already,” Tom said.  “In this slump that’s a miracle.  We told our agent to accept the second offer, and we are waiting to hear back.  I can’t believe our luck.”

Mac imitated Tony D’Amico.  “That’s because gays always decorate so pretty,” he said.

“Maybe, but now, we have to take a weekend off, and come into New York to look for a place of our own.  We appreciate that you bought a condo, but we’ve lived in a private house for years and I think that’s what we’ll look for.”

“We lucked out with a great real estate agent,” Mac noted.  “She’s so efficient, it’s scary.  When you know when you are coming in, let Wallie know and he’ll set things up for you.”

Dinner that night was a culinary delight.  I stuffed myself so full, I could only pray that I could make love.  Jake took his own car back to the hotel.  The kid was really hot to trot and just seeing how eager he was, turned me on.  When we entered our room, we double locked the door and drew the curtains.  We had to shower individually which was a bit of a bummer.  I showered last and by the time I was ready to jump in bed, Mac was down on Jake and Jake was moaning like a banshee.

I approached the bed and Jake turned his head which was nearly at the edge.  I offered him my stiffened rod.  How moist and warm his mouth felt as it caressed my cock.  Mac raised himself off Jake and we all made room on the bed to form a daisy chain.  I can’t describe the feelings I was experiencing.  I loved Mac so much, and I loved Jake as if he was my own son.  I still feared my own happiness.  I was sure that it would all come tumbling down, and I would be destroyed.  At the same time, I mentally kicked myself in the ass for having denied myself so much pleasure for so many years.

We all had enough experience to enable us to control our orgasms, even Jake.  As a result we came within seconds of each other.  None of us swallowed.  Instead, we kissed each other and passed our cum from mouth to mouth in a ritual akin to sharing blood and becoming blood brothers.

When we came up for air, I quipped, “I think this makes us cum brothers.”

Jake was still hot to go, but Mac and I needed to rest, so we let Jake fuck both of us, going back and forth.  Mac had the pleasure of receiving his cum.  That was fine with me.  I had been living with Jake since I was thrown out of my house, and his juices were no strangers to my insides.  The four of us had stopped using condoms with each other by this time.

Jake left us about midnight.  Mac and I cuddled together and fell asleep.  In the morning we fucked each other and showered.  We cleared out the room and added Mac’s carry on bag to his suitcases in the trunk of the car.  We checked out and drove to Jake’s apartment.  His father always covers for him on Sunday, and Jake was still in bed, but he was awake.

“Get dressed,” I said, “and we’ll take you to breakfast.  Then we have a couple of suitcases full of Mac’s clothes that we would like to take to the apartment and hang up.  By the way, do you happen to have an air mattress?”

“As a matter of fact I do,” Jake answered.  “It’s at the back of the front hall closet.”

“Would you mind if I borrowed it?  I could take my stuff over too and start living in our apartment.”

“Sure,” Jake said. “Just as long as we continue having sex and eating dinner together, at least until our men get here.”

“You’ve got a deal,” I said.  Finally Jake got out of bed sporting a huge morning erection.

“Do you think you guys could do something about this?” he said, pointing to his cock.  Mac and I dove right down and took good care of our son.

The three of us packed my meager belongings to take to our apartment, except that I packed an overnight bag for my business trip to Buffalo.  We put everything in the car, including the air mattress, and walked to the corner coffee shop, where we had breakfast. 

At the apartment, Mac and I hung our jackets, trousers and suits in the master walk-in closet.  When I saw our things hanging side by side, the damn tears came again, and both guys put their arms around me.  We left shirts, socks and underwear in the suitcases until our furniture would arrive.

We blew up the air mattress and put on the sheet, pillows and coverlet that Jake had given us, and that’s where I would be sleeping Tuesday night.  Jake read my thoughts and said to me, “Look, Dad, You and Mac should break in this place by yourselves.  Wallie, leave your car here.  I’ll take you guys to the airport this evening and I’ll pick Wallie up on Tuesday.  In the meantime, I’ll just leave you guys alone, in your own home, for the very first time.”

We kissed him good bye and realized that there was nothing to eat or drink in the house.  I would need some staples when I got back on Tuesday.  We were just considering going to the supermarket, when there was a knock on the door.  We looked at each other as if to say, I wonder who that could be.

Mac opened the door.  There stood Tony D’Amico with two gentlemen.  I knew immediately that they were one of the gay couples he wanted us to meet.  They were both in their early forties, and no taller than 5’9”.  They both were pleasingly plump, but they had kind and pleasant faces and I liked them immediately.  One of them spotted the air mattress on the floor and winked at me.

“This here’s Bob, and this one’s Robert,” Tony said.  “They got the same name so that’s how we distinguish.  And this is Wallie,” he pointed at me, “and this big guy is Mac.  He’s a police detective so watch your p’s and q’s.   I’ll leave you guys to get acquainted.”  He disappeared.

We shook hands all around, and Mac said, “It’s a real pleasure to meet you guys.  I’d like to offer you something but there’s nothing in the house.  We were just going to the store to get some basics.”

“How about we go with you, orient you to the neighborhood, and then you come to our place for lunch.  We can get acquainted over a meal,” Bob said.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said.  “The only thing is we have to watch the time.  We have a 7 PM flight to Buffalo and our ride is picking us up at 5:00.”

“No sweat,” Robert said.  “We’ll all keep our eyes on the clock for you.”

The guys walked us to the nearest super market and we learned that they were both high school math teachers, but in different schools.  I was shocked, but I shouldn’t have been, to learn that Robert had been married and had two sons in college.  His wife was remarried and they were still friends.  His sons were cool with his being gay, and they really liked Bob.

We separated while Mac and I bought some staples and Bob and Robert bought a few items which I realized were for lunch.  I vowed to reciprocate at the first opportunity.  When we got home, we connected the fridge and put our food inside.  Then we went to Bob’s and Robert’s apartment, which turned out to be one floor above, directly over us.  They had the exact same apartment we had, and immediately we got some decorating hints and ideas.

After lunch, we all gabbed for about an hour.  I knew we were going to be friends, and I told them about Tom and Dom who would be moving down when the semester ended at UB.  Then Mac and I asked to be excused.  “There’s so much to do in the apartment, if I’m to begin using it Tuesday evening,” I apologized.  We all hugged each other and Mac and I used the stairs to go down a flight to our place.  (OUR PLACE, how I loved the sound of it.)

The minute we got into the apartment, we stripped.  We wanted to make love as sort of a christening event for the new apartment.  We actually found the air mattress to be too uncomfortable for the task at hand, and we ended up making love on the carpeting in our bedroom.  After the love making, we tried out the shower.  We had been smart enough to buy soap for the sink and the shower, but we had no towels.  We laughed at our lack of foresight, but we excused ourselves because we wanted so desperately to use our own apartment that we really hadn’t thought beyond our noses..

We dried ourselves with the underwear we had just discarded.  I took whatever dirty clothing we had accumulated, and put it into the wash machine.  My mind was going a mile a minute, making mental notes of the dozens of things we had to buy. 

“Relax,” Mac kept saying.  “As soon as we unpack my stuff, we’ll have everything on your list.”  It suddenly occurred to me that I was bringing very little into this relationship, and my happiness was suddenly marred.

Of course, by now Mac was adept at reading my face and therefore my mind.  “This is a marriage,” he said.  “Whatever material crap I own, it belongs to you too.  If it will make you feel better, I’ll let you buy anything we need that I don’t have.  We’ll need furniture for the second bedroom, you know.”

I grabbed Mac and I was kissing him like we were parting forever, when Jake came to take us to the airport.  We got everything ready to put in the car, which was just my overnight case and Mac’s carry on.  We left everything in the front hall, and took a moment to go upstairs to say goodbye to Bob and Robert, and introduce Jake to them.  We introduced him as our adopted son, and let them know that his partner would be joining him when the semester ended.  We chatted for a moment and before we left to get our cases, Bob and Robert hugged and kissed all three of us.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/29/09