Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 13

The next morning I drove myself to the train station.  We didn’t want to risk that nobody would be home when the movers arrived.  At the office, I kept calling Mac every five minutes to find out if the truck was there yet.  Finally, he told me to calm down and he would call me when it got there.  At 10:30 AM he called to say that the movers had just brought the first load up the service elevator. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of us in the office, including Izzy, ordered lunch from a local deli.  The only time I went out for lunch was when I had a date with Allen or had some other errand to run.  This day I was eating in.  When the food arrived, I was too excited to eat, and Izzy’s eagle eye spotted my anxiety.

“What’s wrong with you, boychick?” he asked me.

“Our furniture is being delivered as we speak.  I won’t have to sleep on an air mattress tonight.”

“Well, sonny, you’re next to useless here.  Why don’t you go home and help Mac get things organized?”

“Thanks, boss,” I said.  “I really appreciate that.”

“Sure, sure,” Izzy said.  “I’ll take it out of your hide another time.”

Unfortunately I had to wait an hour and a half for the next train to Valley Stream and beyond.  The non rush hour schedule was sparse.  When I arrived, I could see the moving truck at the building entrance.  I peeked in and was pleased to see that it was empty.  When I got to the apartment, Mac was just handing his check to the mover.  He introduced me to the mover, Zack, and his son, Sandy.

“Well, thank you Mr. MacNeal,” Zack said.  We want to get going so we can be back home by midnight.”

As soon as they left, Mac hugged me and we set to work.  Our bedroom furniture was all in place.  Mac had marked every package with what the contents were, and what room to place it in.  There were several boxes in the bedroom, and we found one marked ‘bed sheets.’

“Let’s make the bed.  That way it will be ready for us.  We might be too tired later tonight,” Mac suggested.  He was right.  We never went to bed that night until all the boxes in the bedroom were opened and the contents put away.  We also emptied our suitcases and put all our socks, shirts and underwear away in drawers.  We broke the boxes down and placed them near the dumpster.  Every owner has a storage bin.  I ran to a nearby hardware store and bought a lock.  When I returned, we put our suitcases in the storage bin and secured the bin with the new lock.

Then we attacked the boxes in the kitchen.  There were seven of them.  It took us four hours to empty the boxes and put away the myriad of stuff that makes up a well stocked kitchen.  We agreed that we had done well, and that was it for the night.  We also realized that we had not eaten dinner, and we were too pooped to prepare something.

There was an all night diner very close to the apartment. We went there, and we each had a hamburger on a bun with French fries.  I could feel my arteries filling with cholesterol, but at the moment I didn’t care.  To add insult to injury, I ended the meal with a chocolate milk shake.  Mac had a cup of coffee, but I let him have a sip of my shake.  We lingered for awhile before returning home.

 “Could we go shopping for a guest bedroom set first thing in the morning?” I asked.  “Tom and Dominick will be here before we know it.  We only have eleven more cartons to unpack in the living room and dining room, and three in the bathroom.  I’m sure we’ll be finished before the weekend is over.”

“Yes,” Mac agreed.  “Let’s make tomorrow a shopping day.  I’d also like to buy some outdoor furniture for our terrace.”

“Let’s go home now and celebrate our first night in our own home in a real bed,” I suggested.  Or maybe I pleaded.

We rushed home and into the shower.  Mac kept soaping my ass and his cock.  He wanted desperately to fuck me, but I wouldn’t let him.  I wanted to make love in our bed. When I realized that he was going to rape me, if I didn’t let him enter me, I shut the water and got out of the shower.  I dried Mac’s magnificent body and he dried mine.  He was just too hot for any more preliminaries.  He lubed his cock and my ass and threw me on my back.  He lifted my legs and to my delight, he entered me, and not very slowly.  He met minimal resistance. 

He pumped slowly, easily, not wishing to cum too soon, but it was no use.  He came in a few short strokes.  I had seen this happen before and I knew he would be able to go again.  He never lost his erection, and after the sensitivity passed, he fucked me hard and properly.  His cock was massaging my prostate, and he did indeed cum again, just after I did.

We cleansed ourselves, and after a few short minutes, we both fell into an exhausted sleep.  We usually wake up about six in the morning so we were shocked to find that it was 8 AM when we awakened on Saturday morning.

The kitchen was all set for living, and we made a breakfast of bacon and eggs, toast and coffee.  After we cleaned the kitchen and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, we scoured the fry pan.  We then got dressed and went to shop for furniture.  I can’t tell you how excited that made me, and Mac seemed equally excited.  In fact, he said to me, “This is the first time I have ever gone shopping for furniture, or any other domestic stuff, with a partner.  I love it.”

We went to one of those big chain furniture stores that promised delivery within 24 hours.  We bought an attractive, modern, five piece bedroom set for the guest room.  We did not get top of the line, figuring that this furniture would not be used too often.  Then we bought an outdoor patio set that cost more than the bedroom set.  The store promised delivery on Monday morning.  By agreement, I was to pay for the bedroom set and we were to share the cost of the patio furniture.

From there we went to Macy’s and bought linen for the new bed which was queen size.  Our bed is king size and that’s the only size linen Mac brought from Buffalo.  We returned home in time for lunch.  While I started to make some deli sandwiches, Mac started unpacking the boxes in the bath room.  He had packed his towels, wash cloths, paper towels, and toilet paper, as well as his remaining toiletries.  Everything was put away by the time I had the sandwiches ready.  He broke down the boxes to take to the dumpster later.

“Beer or soda?” I asked Mac

“I think I’d like a coke with a deli sandwich,” he said.

We ate rather quickly, and began to tackle the living room, which had fewer boxes than the dining room.  Knick knacks quickly filled the end tables and the coffee table, and four more boxes were broken down.  Mac started working on the dining room boxes while I made two trips to the dumpster with the flattened boxes.  I didn’t realize it, but by this time it was almost 4 PM.  After getting rid of the last of the flattened boxes, I headed for the elevator and there stood Jake.  I forgot he was off for the remainder of the weekend.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “but I was lonely.  Also I thought I could help you unpack.”

“Maybe you can,” I said.  “Believe it or not, we are on our last room, the dining room is almost done.” 

When we got upstairs, we found that Mac had unpacked three more boxes and piled the contents on the dining room table.  “Let’s put these in the breakfront before we open more,” I said.  While we were doing that, Jake took the flattened boxes and the wrapping paper to the dumpster.  When he returned, Mac and I had almost put away all the contents of the boxes, which included an expensive china set, service for twelve, that Mac’s mother had given him. 

The three of us emptied the remaining boxes, again piling the contents on the dining room table.  There was a set of sterling silver that Mac had inherited from an aunt, and an assortment of serving pieces.  There were platters, butter dishes, salad tongs, salt and pepper shakers, napkin holders, and other dining room accessories.  I wondered at how Mac had accumulated all these assets.  While he and I found a place for all these things, Jake again broke down the boxes and took them and the wrapping paper to the dumpster.  It required several trips.

All that remained to open, and we agreed to hold them until tomorrow, were pictures and mirrors in special boxes.  In all, there were seven of them still sitting in the front entrance hall.

“I came to take you out to dinner,” Jake said.  “I didn’t think you would have time to prepare something for yourselves.  I know a great gay bar and restaurant in the Village.  You guys need to relax for a bit.  I’m driving so you can drink to your heart’s content.  Best of all, it’s my treat and no arguing.”

“We need to shower,” I told Jake.  “How about you?”

“If I can borrow a fresh pair of briefs,” he said.

“You’ll have to settle for boxers,” Mac said.

Our shower had plenty of room for two, but three was a little cramped.  That was fine with all of us.  We fondled and let our fingers enter forbidden holes.  We stroked our erections, but could not bend down to taste.  I think I heard Jake say, “I’m sleeping over tonight.” I was too lost in pleasure to be sure, but I knew that Mac and I wanted him to.

Reluctantly we turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.  We dressed, and headed for Jake’s car which was parked in the street.  “Until Mac gets his car, you can use space number sixteen when you come over,” I told him.

Street parking spaces were hard to come by in Greenwich Village, especially on a Saturday night.  Parking garages were just as rare and filled up quickly.  It was relatively early when we got there, and we lucked out.  Jake was able to secure a metered space.  We pulled out all our change and were able to fill the meter to maximum.

Jake had called ahead and made reservations.  Even with reservations we had a fifteen minute wait.  We went to the bar, where Jake was carded, even though all he ordered was a coke.  I had a gin and tonic, and Mac had a scotch and soda.  The three of us enjoyed the eye candy, both behind the bar and on the bar stools.  It did not escape my attention that there were plenty of guys who considered us to be eye candy as well.

The dinner menu was very gourmet, but Jake insisted we order anything on it.  Mac and I ordered filet mignon and Jake followed suit.  Since it was Saturday night, the restaurant provided a floor show.  We were treated to an assortment of drag acts.  Some were great and some should never have been allowed on the floor.  Nevertheless, we enjoyed the show and after dinner we lingered at our table, enjoying the show and our company.

Eventually, I could see that Jake was getting antsy.  It wasn’t hard to see that he was very horny.  I had not been with him for several days now.  “You look like you’re ready to go home now,” I said to him, giving him an opening.  I had reached a point in my life where once a day or every other day was satisfactory enough, but I must be honest and admit that when one of my boys was added to the mix, I got extra horny.  I know for sure that Mac did also.  In short, I was ready to go home and play also.

When we got home, Jake parked indoors at number sixteen.  I now knew which parking spaces were Robert’s and Bob’s, and both their cars were parked.  It was not yet 10 o’clock when we got into the apartment.  I called them immediately, and told them that we had a guest that I would like them to meet, and I invited them to breakfast.  They accepted.  We had pushed ourselves hard in the unpacking process and we were ready for company.  We agreed that we would hang the pictures and mirrors after breakfast.

But for now we had other things on our minds.  We undressed hastily and climbed into bed with Jake in the middle.  This night, both Mac and I applied Mac’s famous trip around the world to our boy, Jake.  He sighed, whined, moaned and groaned, and came twice before either of us even took his cock into our mouths.  I marveled at the prowess of youth, but I didn’t envy Jake.  I had paid my dues, and I wouldn’t want to repeat any part of my life.  It was perfect right now, even if I did cum slightly fewer times a week.  After Jake had a third orgasm, this time spilling his juices down my throat, he lay spent and totally exhausted.

“Please fuck me,” Mac said to me.  “You owe me for last night.”  I happily obliged, while Jake watched us.  Of course, he got hard again, and he started to stroke his cock.  Mac came first, cumming all over his chest.  Immediately after that, I happily filled his ass to capacity, and damned if Jake didn’t stroke himself to a fourth orgasm.  I hoped that I would be able to wake him when Bob and Robert came for breakfast the next morning.

We all fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.  It was the kind of sleep that comes when you are happy and satisfied.  Mac and I woke up about 6:30 and showered together.  We agreed to let Jake sleep, while we set the table, put up the coffee, and took the rolls and bagels out of the freezer.

We both put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt (no underwear).  We wore only slippers on our feet.  We set the kitchen table for five, and took out the butter and margarine.  We put the rolls and bagels in a breadbasket and provided a sharp knife to cut them.  This was the first time Mac and I were entertaining as a couple, and I was really excited.

When everything was done, Mac grabbed Jake’s legs and dragged him out of bed.  He literally carried him to the shower, and told him that it was time to rise and shine.  Mac turned on the water and pushed Jake inside.  “This is cruel and unusual punishment,” Jake whined.  When we were sure that he was operating on his own steam, we left him alone in the bathroom.

Jake was out of the shower and drying himself when Bob and Robert arrived.  They looked around and Bob said,  Except for the pictures in the front hall, you guys look like you have been here forever.”

“We’re getting the guest bedroom suite and patio furniture tomorrow morning.  In the meantime we hope to put up the wall hangings after breakfast,” Mac told them.

Bob piped in.  “Please let Robert help you.  He’s the official picture hanger among all our friends.  The nerd uses geometry, and everything comes out picture perfect, if you’ll excuse the pun.”

“You’re on,” Mac and I yelled out in unison.

“So where’s your guest?” Bob asked.  We had folded up the air mattress and we had placed it in the trunk of Jake’s car the evening before.  He would be coming out of the master bedroom, when he was finally ready.  I wondered if they would realize that he had slept with us.  Well if they did they would only be jealous when they saw him.

“He just got out of the shower,” I said.  “He should be ready any second and then we’ll eat.”

About two minutes later out came Jake.  As logy as he had been moments ago, he was now a bundle of energy.  Again I thought, let’s hear it for youth.  When he came out of the bedroom, I saw two jaws drop.  I made the introductions and told everyone to sit at the kitchen table.

“Mac and I have adopted Jake and his partner, Jonathan.  We think of them as our sons,” I explained.

“Are there any more like you at home?  I’m all for adoption,” Robert joked.

“Sorry Robert, I’m an only child,” Jake quipped back.

“We are really so happy you guys bought here,” Bob said.  “There are two other gay couples in the building.  They’re nice people, but both couples are retired and in their late seventies.  They hang together a lot, but you guys are closer in age to us, and we would sure like to be friends.”

“I don’t see why not,” Mac said.  I was beginning to learn that Mac was a lot more outgoing than I. 

“We have friends from Buffalo who are moving down right after this semester ends,” I informed them.  My intent was to make them realize that we could not give them all of our leisure time.  Mac realized what I was doing and gave me a funny look.  “They are coming down during spring break to look for a house.  They’ll be staying with us,” I added, “so you’ll get to meet them.”

“That’s wonderful,” Robert said.

“I can’t wait to meet them, and we have some great friends that we’d like you to meet,” Bob echoed.  I think he was getting back at me.

After the breakfast mess was cleaned up, Mac and Robert set about hanging the pictures and mirrors, while Jake and I broke down the boxes, removed the heavy wrappings, and took everything to the dumpster.  By now I was feeling sorry for the sanitation department.  At least we had flattened all the boxes.

Mac told Robert where everything had hung before, but Robert suggested several changes, which Mac seemed to approve of.  Robert measured everything three times before a single nail was put in the wall.  It took a couple of hours, but when everything was hung, our apartment looked warm, welcoming and homey.  I particularly liked the mirror in the front hall which hung over a small table.  I knew that the table would house our keys when we came home at night.

When all that was done, the five of us sat and chatted for a while, and got to know each other better.  At about noon, Bob and Robert excused themselves, saying that they were visiting friends that afternoon.  We were done with handshakes.  Everyone kissed them when they left.

Shortly after they left, Jake said that he wanted to leave Mac and me to enjoy our new home and have a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he left too.

“Let’s do something domestic and Sunday like,” I said, so we went to a movie matinee.  When we came home after the movie we started to prepare an early dinner.  We had skipped lunch because breakfast had been more like brunch.

After dinner, we sat with our feet up on the coffee table watching TV.  Then as we were getting ready for bed, Mac grabbed me in a bear hug.

“Was today domestic enough for you?” he asked

“God yes,” I replied.  “Promise me every Sunday will be like this.”

“Next Sunday we’ll invite Allen, Jenna and the boys for lunch.”  How much more domestic can we get?”

On Monday morning, Mac waited for the new furniture to be delivered, and by 11 AM the bedroom and the terrace were all set up.  Wrappings and boxes were disposed of.  Mac looked around the apartment and was more than pleased.  The empty rooms had become a home for him and for me.  Mac felt good all over, but he knew that he couldn’t sit around the apartment for four more days without me.  He’d go crazy.

He called the precinct and spoke to a Miss Murphy in Human Resources, begging her to let him start the next day instead of the following Monday.

“Are you kidding?” she asked.  “You could have come in yesterday.  There were two positions available when we interviewed you, and we haven’t filled the other one yet.  Crime never stops!  Please report to my office tomorrow morning at 8 AM.  The administrative paperwork alone will take a half a day.”

“How about if I come in this afternoon and get all the paper work out of the way, so I can really start tomorrow?”

“Perfect,” Miss Murphy cooed.  “Be here at 1 PM.”

“See ya,” Mac said, and hung up.  He called to let me know what was going on and I wished him well.  He made himself a salad for lunch, and then he checked our crisp new phone books. He called a nearby cab company to take him to his new precinct.  As he waited for the cab in the lobby of our building, his heart was beating like a drum.  Later he told me, “I felt like I was going to my first day of school.”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/12/09