Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 2

Mac and I made love all that night and into the next morning.  Every so often we both dozed off, but we actually got very little sleep, and even less food.  When we did sleep, we slept so entwined, it’s a miracle of love that we slept at all.

Finally about one in the afternoon, we showered together, each of us taking delight in cleansing the other one’s magnificent body.  I hated to leave the shower but it was necessary.  Mac made us bacon and eggs for breakfast.  We delayed as long as possible, but finally Mac drove me back to the hotel.  There I called Tom and told him that I would bring back his clothes on my next trip.  I had to assure him that I was all right.  I packed my bag with my meager belongings and called the bellboy.

While we waited, Mac and I stood there holding each other tightly, not wanting to let go.  We only let go when there was a knock on the door.  I tipped the bellboy for yesterday and today.  He saw the two of us together, smiled and winked at me again.  Without hesitation, I smiled and winked back.  Before yesterday, I would have pretended not to notice.

I checked out and offered to take a cab to the airport, but Mac would have none of it.  Several times on the way to the airport, we would reach over to each other and gently lay our hands on the other’s package.  Each time Mac did that,  I got a terrible feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.  I wanted so badly to stay with him, but it was impossible.  I didn’t want to leave Buffalo, but I had to.

Mac stopped at the curb side check in and popped his trunk.  Before we got out of the car, he squeezed my hand and I nearly cried out in agony.  I wanted to yell, “Don’t leave me,” but after all, I was leaving him.  I realized that I had never loved anyone like this; not my parents and not even Marsha.  I was ashamed that I realized that I loved Mac more than my parents and my wife, but I consoled myself by trying to convince myself that it was a different kind of love.  The fact of the matter is, it is a different kind of love.

I took my suitcase out of the trunk, and as the skycap was checking me into my flight, Mac jumped quickly back in his car.  “Call me,” I heard him say and I nodded my head.  He was gone so fast, I hope he saw me nod.

I was the first person to sit in my row and I offered a silent prayer that nobody gabby would sit next to me.  The flight to New York only lasted about an hour, give or take five minutes, but I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.  My prayers were not answered, but in the end I was glad. 

A young man put his carry on luggage in the overhead bin, and sat down next to me.  He was too cute to believe.  He looked like the all American boy next door in stories written around the turn of the twentieth century.  He was about my height, blond curly hair, blue eyes, square chin and an amazing smile.  He was wearing a University of Buffalo sweat shirt and too tight jeans which accentuated what he had to offer.

“Hi,” he said as our eyes met.  I smiled back at him as he settled in his seat and adjusted his seat belt.  Suddenly I actually wanted to talk to this young man.

“Do you go to UB?” I asked as an ice breaker and pointing to his sweat shirt.

“Yes, I do,” he said pleasantly.  “Do you live in the Buffalo area or are you going home?”

“Home,”  I said.  “Massapequa.”

“Hey, I live in Oceanside.  We’re practically neighbors.”  He held out his hand.  “My name is Jonathan.”

“Shit,” I said.  “You’re putting me on.  My name is Jonathan also, but you can call me Wallie.”  We both laughed at that, just as my cell phone rang.  We hadn’t been asked yet to turn them off.

“Hi sexy,” Mac’s sultry voice said.  “I miss you so much already, that when I left you, I drove right home so I could whack off and dream of you.”  I was very embarrassed.  I’m sure that my seat mate could here Mac very dimly.  I was right.  Jonathan was smiling at me.

“I’ll call you when I get home,” I said, “but I can’t talk now.  Believe me! I love you too.”

“It’s hard to be apart when you love someone, isn’t it?” Jonathan asked, not expecting an answer.  “That’s why I’m taking a couple of days off from school.  I haven’t seen my sweetie since the semester began.  One more day apart and I’ll go crazy.”

“You’re a very handsome guy,” I said.  “I bet your girl friend is a stunner.”

Jonathan laughed.  “Oh yes, you’re right.  Let me show you a picture.”  He reached into his wallet and pulled out a picture which was slightly frayed at the edges.  He handed it to me and I was shocked.  There was Jonathan with his arm around an equally good looking guy.  It seemed to me that the other man was maybe five years older than Jonathan.  They were wearing skimpy bathing suits and I knew that the picture was taken at Jones Beach.  I recognized the pier in the background.

“He’s your lover?” I asked.  Jonathan nodded.

“You make a beautiful couple and you don’t know how I envy you.”

“Why do you envy us?” he asked.

I don’t know why, but I poured my heart out to this young man.  As the plane lifted off the tarmac, I began my story including getting drugged and robbed.  He sat in silence listening, and as we began our descent, he put his hand on mine.  “I wish I could be wise enough to offer you a solution, but I can’t,” he said.  “I know one thing for sure.  If you and Mac truly are in love, soul mates even, love will find a way.  I know it’s corny, but I truly believe that.” 

He reached into his wallet and gave me a card.  “Please,” he said, “when you get to Buffalo next time, call me.  I’d love to meet Mac and have dinner with you both.”  I glanced at the card.  His last name was Mallory.

“I promise,” I said.

We walked together toward the security gate.  I spotted Jonathan’s lover before he did.  He was younger than his picture would have me believe.  He was probably the same age as Jonathan.  “There’s your young man,” I said.  Jonathan sprinted ahead and the two men fell into each other’s arms.  They kissed in full view of everyone.  Most people pretended not to see, including Marsha who was watching them.

“Ahem,” I said, and she turned to face me.  She threw her arms around me and gave me a peck on my lips.  Ah Mac, I mused, I miss you’re passion.

“Did you see those two men kissing?” she asked.  “Wasn’t it disgusting?”

“I don’t see anything disgusting about two people being in love, and displaying that love to the world.  I think it’s a beautiful thing.”

Marsha didn’t say anything, but her eyebrows went up as if to say, I can’t believe you said that.”

I made love to Marsha that night.  I felt it was an obligation, and I knew that I could avoid it for about four more nights after that.  As I fucked her, I imagined that I was fucking Mac and I got really hot.  This prompted Marsha to say afterward, “You should be away more often.  That was wonderful, darling.”

The next day at the office, I turned in my temporary cell phone.  I was told by the credit card companies that I would have my new credit cards in three business days.  I left the office early to have time to purchase a new cell phone.  The minute it was activated, I called Mac.  He was at work and we couldn’t talk, but he took my new number and thanked me.  Then I called my wife, and gave her my new number.  I lied to her.  I told her I had to work late because I had been away so long.  Instead of working, I went to a male porn theater and saw a couple of male films.

In the past, when I went to this theater, I would take my cock out and in a very short time someone would be sucking on it.  This time, I stroked myself gently without removing it, and nobody approached me.  The men on the screen kept turning into Mac and me, and I began to cry.

It was way past rush hour, when I boarded the Long Island Railroad train for home.  I found a spot where there were few people sitting, and I called Mac.  We talked all the way home, or I should  say, we cried all the way home.  After that I tried to call Mac at least once a day from my bathroom, and we jerked off together.  I hated phone sex, but it brought me close to my lover, and so I gladly did it.  I counted off every day until my next scheduled trip to Buffalo.

About four days before my departure, fate intervened.  It was just after supper, and I was watching Jeopardy! The phone rang, and  Marsha answered it, listened a minute, and then put her hand over the speaker.

“It’s a detective MacNeal from Buffalo, for you.”  For a moment I panicked, and my hand was shaking as I took the phone from her.

“Hello, detective,”  I tried to sound very business like.

“How are you Mr. Walters?”  He didn’t wait for an answer.  “Good news.  We have apprehended the twins who robbed you.  Is there any chance you can get to Buffalo in the next day or two to identify them in a line-up?”  My heart skipped a beat.

I’ll need to check at my office tomorrow,” I said.  “Give me a number where I can reach you, and I’ll let you know.”

“Fair enough,” Mac said, “and I have more good news.  We recovered your watch and your wedding ring in their apartment.  I guess they hadn’t fenced it yet.”

“That is good news, Detective.  My wife will be particularly pleased about the ring.  Thanks again and I’ll call you tomorrow.  Goodbye.”

I was so excited about Mac’s news, I began to hyperventilate, and I could hardly relate to her what Mac had told me.  I couldn’t sleep that night, wishing away the time until I could get to the office.  I had my speech well rehearsed, and I didn’t miss a beat as I told my boss about Mac’s call.

“If I leave tonight, I’ll take care of police business tomorrow, Thursday. That leaves only Friday and the weekend before my meetings start Monday morning, so I might as well stay in Buffalo.  It will be cheaper than flying back and forth.”

“Absolutely,” my boss agreed, and I set my secretary to work making flight arrangements.

“What about the hotel?” she asked.

“Not this time,” I said.  “One robbery was enough for me.  I’ll be staying with a friend and saving the company a few bucks as well.”

When everything was set, I went into my office, closed the door and called Mac.  I gave him my arrival information.  I was leaving on the last flight out tonight and would arrive in Buffalo a little after 11 PM.  I was not returning until Tuesday night and I would be staying with him.

“I’ll be at the airport with bells on,” he said.  I swear his voice cracked. 

I left the office early and went home to pack.  This was going to be a longer stay than usual and my suitcase was full and heavy.  It also contained Tom’s clothes. 

TOM! 

Tom would want to come by the hotel and pick up his clothes.  I had to think of something so as not to arouse his suspicion.  Maybe I would tell him that a friend of mine from college had recently moved to the suburbs of Buffalo, and I was staying with him because I was still having nightmares about being drugged and robbed in the hotel.  That sounded believable enough.  I would bring his clothes to the first meeting, or to the local office, whichever was most convenient.  Yes, I thought, that should fly.

After a quick dinner Marsha drove me to the airport.  A quick peck on the cheek and she was off.  It occurred to me that she wasn’t very sad to see me go.  I also realized that we had not made love since the night I got home from Buffalo.  Maybe she was sore about that.  If she was angry, why didn’t she make an attempt to initiate sex?  I had never sensed anything wrong with our marriage, but at that moment, I began to suspect that Marsha wasn’t the happy housewife I thought she was.  I vowed to talk to her about it when I returned. If something was wrong I vowed to make it right.  I did not want to be unfair to Marsha or neglect her own sexual needs.

Marsha has an MS in Clinical Psychology.  She gave up her career when she married me.  I begged her not to do it, so she couldn’t be angry at me for that.  She wanted to stay at home and have a baby, but we had not been successful, even though several doctors could find nothing wrong with either of us. 

The hell with all that.  In about two hours, I’d be in Mac’s arms.  I could already smell his distinct aroma and taste his cock.  I could even imagine how he felt inside my ass.  I was getting hard and tried to think of something else.

The skycap took my bag and handed me my claim check and boarding pass.  After I went through security, I still had an hour until departure, so I headed for the bar.  A beer or two would help the time pass more quickly.  Needless to say, each minute was an hour to me.

Once we were airborne, the flight crew dimmed the cabin lights.  I tried to doze but I was too excited.  I kept creating images in my head of making love to Mac.  If I had to go to the bathroom, I would not have been able to stand up.  My hard on was ripping at my trousers.

I had flown enough to know when we were beginning our decent.  I was aware of it long before the captain informed us.  I grew even more excited if that was possible.  I would love to greet Mac just as Jonathan Mallory had greeted his lover, but Mac was a cop.  I needed to be more discreet.

I had been fortunate enough to obtain a seat up front so I got off the plane rather quickly.  I ran with abandon toward the security gate.  The moment I saw Mac, I broke out into a sweat.  He was holding his arms open and I jumped into them.  We hugged so tightly, we could not get any closer, but we refrained from kissing.  We started toward baggage claim chattering away like school girls.  I wanted to grab his hand, but held myself back.  I felt like an addict trying to resist his addiction.

It wasn’t until we were in Mac’s car that we finally kissed.  Oh what a kiss.  Our tongues reached deep into each other’s mouths.  I thought I might die of asphyxiation and determined that it was a great way to go.  Each time one of us came up for air and could talk a little, all we could say was, “I love you.”

When we got home, I didn’t bother to unpack.  We undressed and headed right for Mac’s bed.  We made love for hours until Mac said,  “My God, it’s 4AM.  We have to get some sleep.  I’ll be taking you to the station in five hours.

Neither of us could sleep well so we rose early and showered together.  I even had time to unpack and hang up my clothes.  Tom’s suit was in a plastic bag.  His underwear and shoes were in a paper bag. 

I said to Mac, “After the lineup, I’ll take Tom’s clothes to my local office.  Where would be a good place to pick me up after you leave work?”

“I’ll call when I leave the station.  Why don’t you meet me at The Anchor Bar?  But what will you do in the interim?”

“I’ll hang around the office and prepare for my meeting on Monday.  Don’t worry about me,” I said.

I had only seen lineups in the movies so I didn’t know what to expect.  I stood behind a one way glass.  Mac stood next to me, which relieved some of my anxiety.  “Here they come,” Mac said.

Four sets of twins marched across the stage.  They were all young and very good looking, but only Ryan and Sean looked younger than the legal fucking age.  I pointed them out immediately.

“Good,” Mac said.  “They are the only suspects we had who are named Ryan and Sean so that clinches it.  I know it will be a financial burden and difficult on your work schedule, but you will have to come back to Buffalo for the trial if they plead not guilty.  In fact, you may have to come several times.”

“I’ll do what I have to do, Detective,” I said and held out my hand to Mac, who shook it with a gleam in his eye.  “I’ll be in Buffalo until Tuesday night,” I said.  “Here’s my business card.  It has the New York numbers where you can reach me after I leave Buffalo.  If you give me a pencil I’ll write my cell phone number on the card, and you can reach me anytime here in Buffalo.  Of course, I know that you already have my home phone number.”  I congratulated myself on my Academy Award performance.

“Thank you,” Mac said.  “We’ll have no trouble reaching you.  Can I drop you off anywhere?” he asked.

“My local office would be nice,” I said.  It’s in The Liberty Bank Building.”

“Not a problem,” Mac said. “Just follow me to the desk clerk and I’ll give you your property.  After that we’ll go to my car.”

We met that night at The Anchor Bar as planned, but this evening we did not rush.  Mac had arranged to take a personal day off on Friday so we had the whole weekend to be together.  That was great for both of us because we couldn’t get enough of each other.  We had a nice dinner, but since Mac was our designated driver, he only had one Miller Lite, followed by O’Doul’s.  I’m not a big drinker and I milked two Millers for a couple of hours.  We so enjoyed being together, that we didn’t even realize how much time had passed.

“Let’s go,” Mac said.  It sounded almost like a plea.  In the car he bravely asked me if my wife suspected anything about my double life. 

“I would have said, ‘absolutely not’ a couple of days ago, but she was rather cool at the airport when she said goodbye to me.  I’m not certain anymore.”

“Well,” Mac said, “unless you called her from your office, you haven’t called her once since you arrived.”

“Shit,” I said and I whipped out my cell phone.  I heard four rings and then the answering machine picked up.  I left Marsha a message telling her briefly that I had identified the guys who robbed me and had my watch and ring back.  I spent the afternoon at the office and now was on my way to bed after dinner.  I artfully neglected to say where that bed was.  I told her I loved her and missed her and hung up.

“Wouldn’t it be great,” Mac said, “if neither of us had to tell lies any more?”

“Amen,” I said.  Then for the first time I told Mac about Jonathan Mallory and the great trip I had on the way home from Buffalo, and how wonderful it was that they could express their love openly.

“I promised to have dinner with him when I got here.  He’s dying to meet you.  How about tomorrow evening?  If you know a nice place near the campus, I’ll call him.”

“Get him on the phone and then hand the phone to me.  I’ll tell him where and when to meet us.”

Jonathan answered on the second ring.  He sounded delighted to hear from me.  I explained briefly why I was back in Buffalo prematurely.  I asked if he was free for dinner with us tomorrow evening and he said he was.

“Hold on a sec,” I said and handed the phone to Mac.  They made up to meet at seven at a place, and on a street, that I had never heard of.  When he got off the phone, Mac handed it to me.

“Where are we going?” I asked. 

“To a nice little Italian restaurant right off campus.  It’s gay owned and most of the clientele are usually gay.  It’s a comfortable place for us to be, and the food is great.”

“I can’t wait to sample the cuisine,” I said, “and I can’t wait for you to meet young Jonathan.”

“And I can’t wait to fuck you tonight, and tomorrow and tomorrow night and forever after,” Mac said to me as he grabbed my cock.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/24/09