Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 11

Jonathan went back to his dorm room about 10:30 PM.  After he left, Tom, Dominick, Mac and I went downstairs into the kitchen where Dom made us cappuccino.  Tom found some biscotti in the pantry, and we had ourselves a mini feast.  We talked and talked about our plans for the future.  Did I mention that we were all naked?

While everyone was busy talking, I began to reflect on my former “wannabee” life.  A mere few weeks ago, I could not have conceived of an evening like this.  I would have been watching, but not absorbing, some idiotic television show.  I would be in my easy chair and Marsha would be on the sofa with her legs up. She too would be staring at the inane image in front of us, and I now wondered how much she was absorbing.  Maybe she was dreaming of her “wannabee” life, just like I was.

Now here I was, sitting naked with my three best friends, engaged in an animated conversation, planning our futures.  I was so happy, my whole body felt electrified.  Then every so often, I would experience that feeling of dread.  This is the life I had dreamed about and yearned for my whole life, at least since puberty.  Now it was real, and too good to be true.  Something bad was going to happen, I just knew it.  I could feel it in my bones.  I told myself that my dreadful fears were unfounded and unreasonable, and I would have to get over it.

“Are you all right, kiddo?” I heard Mac ask me.  I was roused from my reverie and looked up to see three concerned faces staring at me.

“I’m fine,” I said.  It’s just that I can’t seem to accept my good fortune.  I’m so happy it scares me.  Please just bear with me until it all sinks in.”

That lightened the mood.  Someone made a joke about our cocks going into shrinking mode, which set us off in gales of laughter as we cleaned the kitchen. The four of us went upstairs.  We kissed each other goodnight in the hallway and went to sleep; Mac and I in the guest room, and Tom and Dominick in their own bedroom.

Mac and I slept late, but in some semi conscious state, I could hear Tom and Dom getting ready for work.  I wanted to get up, but I was too woozy.  Besides Mac was wrapped around me and he’s a pretty big fellow.  Indeed when we did wake and go downstairs, our brothers were gone.  We found a note on the kitchen table instructing us where we could find everything.

I called Tom at the office to see if I was needed for anything, but he told me to just enjoy the time I had left with Mac.  While I was talking to Tom, Mac was perusing the yellow pages.  He waited for me to get off the phone, and he made his first call to a mover.  In all, he made three calls.  He told each one how many boxes there were to be moved and the dimensions of the boxes, which were all the same size.  He also described every piece of furniture.  With all that information, each of them quoted on the phone.  The costs ranged from $1,950 to $2,375 with insurance.  The middle price was $2,100 and Mac decided to go with that mover because he had a good reputation.

Mac called him back and asked when he could make the move.  The gentleman told him the earliest would be next Tuesday, a week from today.  Mac said that he would pay an extra $500 if he could pick up the load this week and deliver by the weekend.  The mover put him on hold and when he returned, he said, “OK, Mr. MacNeal, we can pick up tomorrow and deliver on Friday morning.  I’ll bring the contracts with me tomorrow.  I own the business and I haven’t personally done a haul in a few years, but my son and I will be doing it ourselves.”  Mac gave him his address in Eggertsville and he said he would be there at 8 AM.

Next Mac called American Airlines and booked a one way ticket on a plane leaving at 5:15 PM tomorrow.  My heart began skipping beats.  From tomorrow night on, Mac and I would be together forever.  Then it came over me again, that unreasonable dread.  What was the matter with me?

Mac didn’t have to take me to the airport until 4 PM, and Jake would be there to pick me up.  You would think that we would spend the day making love, but we took a break.   First we went to Mac’s apartment to make sure that nothing was forgotten.  Then we had a nice lunch in a neighborhood restaurant.  After lunch we went back to Tom’s house, sat on the sofa holding hands, and watched soap operas.

When my plane arrived in New York, I really wanted to go to ‘our’ place, but Jake begged me to spend the night with him.  With all of us in Buffalo these past few days he had been especially lonely, and now his horniness had reached a critical point.  I laughed when he told me this, and I agreed to spend the night with him.

Jake made us a light dinner, and after dinner we stripped and showered together.  We lingered long in the shower, playing and teasing each other.  Jake kept soaping my cock over and over again and with his other hand he was soaping his ass.  Finally he was satisfied and begged me to fuck him.

“Only if you fuck me first,” I said.  “You’re much hornier than I am.  I’m all done out.  If I’m lucky, I’ll get hard enough to fuck you.  I’m hoping that when you fuck me that will do it for me.  If not, you’ll have to settle for a blow job.”

“I can live with that,” he said, and he began to soap his cock while I did my ass.  I turned my back to him and he entered me easily.  I guess I was getting all stretched out.  He was truly horny.  He came in four or five strokes.  How good my ass felt with his hot jism filling it up.

“Look,” he said pointing at my cock.  It was hard as a ramrod and I made an easy entry into my son’s luscious, bubbly ass.  It took me considerably longer to cum.  I was thrusting as hard as I could, but Jake kept yelling, “Harder, harder, please.”  All I could think of was that this would have been more comfortable in bed than in the shower.  At last I felt my climax approaching.  I pumped harder, and still Jake yelled, “Harder!”

Afterwards, we rewashed our sweaty bodies, dried off, and climbed into bed.  I called Mac on my cell phone and Jake called Jonathan on his land phone.  Both conversations were pretty much the same as we told our guys how much we loved them.  “I can’t wait to pick you up at the airport tomorrow evening,” I told Mac.  “We’ll never be apart again.”

“Not true,” Mac laughed.  “You’ll have your damned business trips, and I’ll have to settle for Tom, Dom, Jake or Jonathan.”  At first I didn’t realize that he was pulling my leg until he burst out laughing.

“Very funny!” I quipped.

“Go back to fucking Jake,” he said, “but save enough for tomorrow.”

“I promise.”

The next day, reality hit me.  At about 10:00 AM I was served with divorce papers.  I glanced through them.  Marsha wanted everything including my testicles.  I called my brother-in-law who said that I should come over at lunch time.  His office was within walking distance of mine.  In fact, we often had lunch together. 

When I got there, Allen sent out for lunch for the two of us.  While we waited he read the divorce papers.

“She doesn’t want much, does she?” he joked.  “OK so what’s the real reason for your split?  You used homosexuality as an excuse, didn’t you?”

I broke out laughing.  “Listen, Al,” I said.  I love you like you were my real brother, and I hope this won’t impact on our relationship, but the truth is I have been gay all my life.  I thought I could kick it by getting married, but I found out it’s not something you can wash away in the shower.”  I took out the picture of Mac that was getting worn out in my wallet.

“This is Mac, Cornelius MacNeal.  We are in a committed relationship.  He’s moving from Buffalo to be with me.  He’ll be starting as a detective with the Valley Stream police department two weeks from Monday, and he’s arriving permanently this evening.”

“Your Mac is very good looking.  I swear, Wallie, It makes no difference to me who you sleep with.  I love you man.  Besides I never really thought you and Marsha gelled.  You and Mac can stay with us until you find a place.”

I started to laugh. “Allen, we bought a condo in Valley Stream.  We’re renting it until the closing in about three weeks.  Mac’s furniture is arriving sometime on Friday.  I reached into my briefcase and brought out the folder Marlene had given us.  Here’s the contract of sale.  You can review it for us, please.

“Now here’s the story.  I don’t want to fight Marsha, but she has tied up every asset I have.  I don’t care.  It’s worth it to be free of her.  But my 401K plan is mine, and I need to borrow from it to make my down payment.  Izzy is lending me the money until then.  Can you get my 401K released quickly?  It’s all I want from her.”

“Yes, I can, but I’m pretty insulted,” Allen said.  “We’re family.  You should have come to me.  I would have lent you the money.  I’m also pissed to learn about Mac, and the apartment and the fact that you didn’t confide in us.”

“In a way, Izzy is family too.  Besides as soon as you get me access to my 401K, I’ll pay him back.  As for the other stuff, frankly I was worried how you would take it.  I was afraid you would reject me.”

“OK guy,” he said. “You’re a jerk, but I love you, and you owe me.  Mac is coming in this evening.  We’ll give him tonight to get back his land legs and you two are coming for dinner tomorrow evening.  That’s not open for discussion.  Jenna and I will want to meet him, and you haven’t been around to see your two fast growing nephews in weeks.  Don’t you want Mac to meet your family, or are you ashamed of us?”

“Of course, I want him to meet you all.  Is six about right?”

“Perfect.”  He grabbed me and gave me a big hug.  Once again I had to wonder what bogey man I had been afraid of all these years.

Mac’s flight was scheduled to arrive at 6:25 PM.  I hadn’t used the railroad to get into town today.  I had driven, and my car was parked, at great expense, in a nearby parking ramp.  I left the office at 5:00, allowing for rush hour traffic and I headed for LaGuardia.  For a change I had no difficulty finding a parking space.  At this hour most cars were leaving the parking facility, not coming in.

Once in the terminal, I checked the incoming flight monitor.  Mac’s plane was on time.  I looked at my watch.  I had about forty minutes to wait.  My pulse was racing and I needed to calm down.  I found a coffee shop and ordered coffee and a cinnamon roll.  Whenever I am nervous, I crave sweets.  I vowed to watch myself.  I didn’t want to get fat and lose Mac, even though he told me that he would love me no matter what.

By the time I finished my coffee, the monitor read “Landed” next to his flight.  I flew to the security area and waited for him.  He was one of the last off the plane and again that terrible feeling of dread came over me, but when I saw him, the cloud lifted.

He embraced me, but we didn’t kiss.  We just stood there for what seemed like hours, just hugging.  It wasn’t hours, but it must have been a long time because the flight crew was coming out of the secured area.  One of them tapped Mac on the shoulder.  I looked up.  It was the flight attendant who had flirted with me last week.

“Hey, you two,” he said.  “Call me.” He handed Mac his card.  At least it broke us up and we headed for baggage claim.  Mac had brought another two suitcases full of clothes, which he didn’t put on the moving truck.

Once we were in the car, I had a crazy thought.  “Mac, honey, how are you going to get your car down here?” 

“Wallie, I drove an unmarked police vehicle.  I had to turn it in.  I’ll be getting another one here too, as soon as I get started.  We’ll have to get along with one car until then.”

“You might have noticed,” I pointed out, “I worry a lot.”

“That you do sweetheart.   That you do.”

“Mac, do you realize that we are driving home together, our home.”

“Yes,” Mac answered.  “Isn’t it wonderful?”

I stopped at a diner that was near our apartment and we had dinner.  From there we called Jake and Jonathan, and Tom and Dominick.  Everyone was thrilled that Mac had arrived safely, and we were about to start our lives together.  Suddenly, that all too familiar feeling of dread came over me, but  this time the feeling was valid.  How could I hide my relationship with Mac from Izzy?  How could Tom hide Dominick from him?  Would Izzy fire both of us?  Izzy was the closest thing to a father I had.  My own Mom and Dad were killed in a car crash shortly before I married Marsha.

I determined not to let Mac know what I was thinking.  He was so much braver than I.  When he interviewed for his job, he laid his sexual orientation right out there on the table, and he got a ‘so what’ attitude for his efforts.  All I could hope for was that Izzy loved Tom and me enough to be understanding, and to discard his prejudices.  I prayed that if people close to him were gay, instead of some abstract queers, he might have a change of heart.  Was it wishful thinking?  I hoped not.

I pulled into the underground parking lot and into one of our assigned spaces.  I popped the trunk and each of us took one of Mac’s suitcases.  On the elevator going up, it took all my effort not to cry.  Mac, of course, sensed what was going on with me and said, “Hang on old boy.  Hang on.”

“Let me,” Mac said and he unlocked our door.  

“Home sweet home,” I said as we walked in.  Mac closed the door.  We dropped both suitcases and fell into each other’s arms.  “I love you so much,” I said.

“I love you more than that,” Mac said.

“Let’s hang up your stuff,” I suggested.   “I put wine, crackers, and cheese in the fridge, and I bought some plastic cups.  Let’s drink to our new home, and then you can use me to fuck your brains out,” I said.   We went into the bedroom and Mac started unpacking.  While he was hanging his clothes in the closet, I told him about the divorce papers and our command dinner invitation for tomorrow evening.  I was afraid that he would object, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear him say, “That’s fantastic.  I can’t wait to meet your family.”

If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be scared shitless.  I’d be sure they would spend the evening judging me, and blaming me for making Mac gay.  I clearly had more paranoia to overcome than I first imagined.

“I have a new, unattached credit card,” I informed Mac.  “Let’s buy a guest bedroom suite on Saturday, and get the room ready for our two distinguished visitors.”

“We should make a to-do list,” Mac said.  He went to his suitcase which still contained his socks, shirts, and underwear.  From the side pocket he pulled out a pad and a pencil.  We sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against the wall.  Mac began to write”

Thursday: 

1)    Arrange for land line telephone service.

2)    Buy a kitchen and two bedroom phones.

“Wait a minute,” he said, and he ran out to the terrace.  In a second he returned and added to number 2.

     2)  Buy a kitchen, two bedrooms and a terrace phone.

3)    Do a big food shopping and buy more than the basic food stuffs.

4)    Walk the neighborhood, and check out the amenities

5)    Give Wallie a great big kiss when he gets home from work.

6)    Have dinner with Jenna, Allen, Allen,Jr., and Sammy.

7)    Make love to Wallie.

“Can you think of any thing else?” he asked.  I shook my head.  “I’ll work on Friday’s list during the day tomorrow.”

“Drive me to the train station tomorrow morning, and you’ll have the car if you need it,” I suggested.

“I can’t think of anything more domestic than to drive you to the train station.  It will be my pleasure,” Mac said.

I picked up the food, and placed it back in the refrigerator.  We had enough foresight to buy a box of garbage bags and that’s where we threw the dirty plastic glasses.  When that was done, Mac unceremoniously stripped in the kitchen and so I did the same.  He led me into the bathroom and turned the taps in the shower.  When the water temperature was satisfactory to both of us, we began a ritual which was to become our standard foreplay.

We each, in turn, soaped each other’s bodies.  We did this slowly and sensuously.  We especially massaged our cocks with plenty of soap suds and concentrated on our ass holes.  We both loved rimming and we wanted that area to be particularly clean.  Occasionally we would rinse each other off and we would alternately suck our cocks or rim our ass holes.  In short we did whatever we could to work ourselves into a sexual frenzy.  Then, if we had been able to keep from cumming, we would dry each other off, get into bed and suck and fuck for as long as we could.  Of course, tonight we were to use the floor and we were grateful that it was thickly carpeted.  

We had not only bought food staples on the day we took possession, but bathroom staples as well, so fortunately we had plenty of lube.  We lay down on the plush carpeting and wrapped into each other.  Mac’s tongue tried to play deep throat with me, but eventually the tips of our tongues began to play and tickle each other.

Mac rolled over on top of me and began his game of taking me around the world with his tongue.  When his tongue went up my ass, I screamed, “Enough!  Please suck me or fuck me.  I’ve got to cum.”

He took me into his mouth and I began to cry.  Mac was bringing me to ecstasy and I could barely tolerate the joy.  His tongue was swathing all around my head and the shaft, and I screamed out loudly as I came, spurting gusher after gusher into his mouth.  When I could breathe again, I screamed out.  “Mac, I love you so much.  Don’t let anything happen to you.  I would die if you got hurt.”

“Hush,” he whispered.  “Nothing is going to happen to either of us.  We’re going to have a long and happy life.” 

For the first time, I almost believed him.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/09