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That first evening, Jack and I started to learn to know each other. I know it should have been first knowing and then having sex, but the circumstances had been different. After our sexual activity, we showered together and didn't even bother to dress after we dried each other. I opened a bottle of chilled white wine and put the two glasses on the island at my open kitchen. My first questions to Jack were if he had anything planned and if he wanted to stay for supper.
-No, I have nothing planned and yes, I will be happy to share a meal with you.
While I was preparing supper, we exchanged quite some information about ourselves and learning to know the other. I found it so refreshing that Jack never doubted in answering a question. He seemed to have nothing to hide, but then again, neither was Jason when I took him in. I decided to tell Jack my story with Jude and Jason. When I was finished, Jack looked at me with a mixed look on his face.
-I am so glad you told me your story Al. From what you tell me, you just hate lies and that suits me perfectly as I hate them even more. I am a bit surprised at how drastic your reaction was and its impulsiveness, but it confirms your position. I guess we all have been lied to and each have his reactions towards it. I am glad to see I am not the only one to hate lies and have zero tolerance for broken promises. I really think we can become very good friends.
-It relaxes me to know we think alike. It is the perfect fundament for a sincere and honest friendship and more if Destiny has decided it for us. Lets not run before we can walk properly! We met only a few hours ago and literally don't know anything about each other.
-At least we know we are compatible. Nonetheless, there is something that I want to get out of the way immediately. We were in the heat of the action, but you didn't ask me, and I didn't think about it, to use a condom...
I had had my last blood test only two weeks earlier and showed him the results of the laboratory stating I was completely disease free. Jack laughed and went to his backpack and fished out a paper from the very same laboratory, only dated one day before mine and with the same results. The strange thing was that I never doubted about his STD status, even without seeing the paper. It was the first time in my life that I experienced trust at first sight. I had not the slightest doubt that what Jack was telling me was the truth and nothing but the truth.
So, I learned that he was working strange shifts at the hospital as they were long shifts, but with extra days off. Friday, Saturday and Sunday were always his free days. He had negotiated his contract well with the hospital as most of his colleagues had week-end shifts and he didn't. He was working in the department of palliative care and that was already hard enough, seeing most of his patients, he was responsible for, die. Well, not most of them, but all of them as when the patients arrived in his service it was because there was nothing more to do. Very few of them were taken home by family when the end was near. The way he talked about his job made clear to me that Jack was someone who really cared for others. It warmed my heart and I found back some of the lost respect for human kind.
I knew I vowed to never fall in love again, certainly not after Jason's betrayal, but Jack was so different from Jason. Jack was pure goodness and kindness, even for people he almost didn't know. I knew I was on a slippery slope about that. Jack was so easy to love and I knew it only a few hours after meeting him. He was discretely handsome, very good in bed and with a heart of gold. Who could resist that? I asked him if he was single.
-Do you think I would be here if I was not single? Let me tell you Al, if and when I am in love I am faithful one hundred percent. I know it costs you an arm and a leg to believe it after what you lived with your ex, but I am NOT your ex. I am Jack and Jack is proud to be able to say he never ever cheated on anyone. If my intuition is right, and it has never failed me, you'll be able to find out I am telling you the truth.
I didn't dare to ask him what his intuition was as I was afraid I knew the answer. With Jason it had been fast, but with Jack it was going even faster. I dropped what I was doing and went around the island where he was sitting, took his face in my hands and kissed him as deep as I could, hoping that what I was feeling was transmitted. The way he mimicked what I was doing and putting his hands on my face as well, confirmed that the necessary feelings were going both ways. If the suffering from the separation with Jason was meant to be to meet Jack, I was more than happy to have gone through the hurt and pain with Jason.
Yes, it had been painful what happened with Jason and Jude, I couldn't deny it. The lies, of course, but there was more than that. The trust that had been shattered to pieces caused quite a lot of pain, not only from Jason's part but also from my own. He had proven that I had misjudged him, that I had failed. I didn't think anybody liked to be faced with a personal failure and I was no exception. Now, I had to trust again and that was the hardest part. Jack made it easy, that was sure, but nonetheless I was afraid of making the same mistake twice.
While we were standing there in my kitchen with our hands on each other's face, I didn't hesitate to tell Jack that nagging feeling of the past. He looked at me with eyes so full of love that I got emotional and my eyes got moist. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I didn't know if it was a tear of fear or one of happiness. He cleaned it away with his thumb without losing his smile. He was convinced it was a tear of joy and happiness and I was not going to say the contrary.
-You can't live in the past Al. I am sorry what happened to you and I can tell you a thousand times it won't happen with me, but there is nothing that will prove to you I am telling the truth. Only my acts and daily behavior will tell you that and I really want to have a chance to show to you who I really am. It has been quite a long and lonely time for me as well being on my own. The only thing I can say is that things not always happen when we want, but only in due time. We've both cried over lost illusions and lovers that were not lovers after all. We've both suffered realizing we had made mistakes. But the past is the past and can't be changed. What we can change is ourselves and learn to trust again and love as if we have never been hurt. We deserve to be happy and find reciprocal love...
-Is your intuition that we have a future together?
-It is not only an intuition, it is a conviction. You can call me a fool or an alien, but I know what I feel inside and I don't doubt for a single instant that we are meant to be together. I'll tell you a secret while you attend your kitchen as I think something is about to burn on the stove...
He was right indeed, something was about to burn and be completely ruined. I ran over and switched of the stove. I was just in time... before supper would have been ready for the waste bin. While I saved our meal and served us another glass of wine, Jack told me his secret.
-My grandmother, let her rest in peace, died when I was still very young. I was only six years old. She left me an envelope with a letter and made me promise no to open the letter before I was twenty-one. My mother was a witness of the promise I made to her. She died a few minutes later. My mother told me when I was about twelve what the story was behind the letter as I was one day insisting I didn't have to wait so long to open it. She told me I had made a promise that could not be broken. My grandmother was a medium, a real one, and could also look into the future. She had done it many times with quite a lot of people, but never for money. She said it was a gift and that a gift was not given to anybody to make it a commerce. My grandmother had made quite some predictions and to my mother's knowledge, every single prediction had come true. My grandmother always insisted in giving quite some details about the things she was saying. My mother gave me a few examples of what had happened in the past. So... I was persuaded to keep that envelope closed till my twenty-first birthday. But, let me ask you a question before I go on... I see that picture above the mantle piece here and wanted to know if you have any idea who that lady is?
I had no idea. I had bought that painting because I found it just beautiful and that it radiated goodness. It had to be painted quite a long time ago and the lady was a beautiful women of about forty years old. I said lady because you could just see she had class. I said all that to Jack.
-Well... I can tell you who that lady is. It is my grandmother, just like I remember her and I am sure if my mother comes in, she will be dumbstruck at seeing this painting. Even you will be stunned when you meet my Mum as she is a spitting image of the lady in that painting...
I was flabbergasted. I had bought that painting on a flee-market. It was a new passion I had since I had moved to the city. The guy asked a twenty for it and I had not doubted a second to buy it. Now Jack told me it was his grandmother!
-When I entered here, we were quite busy with other things than to receive the gran tour of your apartment, but I noticed it in the corner of my eye. When I took a closer look, I remembered a prediction my grandmother wrote in her last letter to me. She told me about an old Victorian house that she would always keep an eye on, even after her death. She wrote that letter when I was only six years old and predicted I would love a man, not a woman. Even when I read that letter being twenty-one I still had not realized I was gay. I guess I was a late-bloomer. Up till now, every single prediction she made in that letter has come true. I already graduated and was following the courses to become a nurse when I read that letter, and it was written in it that I would do so, become a nurse I mean. She even predicted that I would constantly be confronted with death and that I would be gifted to do so and I am working in palliative care. There are still some predictions that have to come out, but I know that whatever she wrote, it will become true and part of my Destiny. I believe in her!
Wow! I didn't see that coming when he said he had a secret. I couldn't help to ask.
-Did she predict our meeting?
-Yes, she did!
Jack didn't say a word after that, but looked at me very intensely, looking for any reaction on my part. My brain was in total overload and working at the speed of light. Of course, I had heard similar stories and never knew what to think about them. Coming from Jack, I just instinctively knew I could believe him without the slightest trace of a doubt. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't possibly answer that question. I just knew... point final.
We ate and even if I say so myself, it was delicious. We cleaned up and put everything in the dishwasher and then sat down in the living room, watching the painting over the mantle piece with a lot of attention but above all, with a lot of respect. Jack was laying in my arms with his head on my chest. We laid there in a comfortable silence when suddenly out of the blue he came with a strange request.
-Would you mind if I invite my mother tomorrow? I want you to meet and know her, but I want her as well to see the house and this painting. Would you agree?
-I appreciate you want to introduce me to your Mum Jack, but don't you think it is a bit early?
-If you prefer not, I won't call her. For my part I believe my grandmother and I don't see the use to wait any longer. I know we are meant to be together and I already know I have my grandmother's blessing. I just would like my mother's blessing as well. But that, of course, is only if you agree to.
I couldn't refuse such a sweet request and Jack jumped on his feet to retrieve his cellphone from his backpack and call his mother. It must have been her voicemail as I heard Jack say: "Tomorrow, 11am..." and then giving my address.
-But you don't know if she will be able to come, I said.
-Believe me, she will be here tomorrow at 11am sharp.
-Ok ... You talk about your mother, but you don't mention your father...
-My father, to use my grandmother's word, was just there to put his seed in my mother's womb. Nothing else! I don't know if he ever knew my mother got pregnant and even less that I exist. My mother chose him for his good looks and nothing else. She knew from my grandmother that she would have a son without the burden of a husband as she called it. Grandmother was right once more.
When Jack started to yawn I knew it was time to go to bed. There was no doubt that Jack was staying the night. It was as if he had finally found his place and was decided not to leave it any time soon. Once in bed we didn't have sex, we made love in a pure and old-fashioned way, softly, romantically with a total overflow of feelings. Jack was in total control and mastered all the techniques of edging. I lost count of the times I thought I was going to shoot my load and that he did what he had to do to avoid it so we could continue lovemaking. It was only when we were both exhausted that he allowed me to ejaculate and that he filled my bowels. We spooned and fell asleep in each other's arms, content and happy about our day.
I didn't know where Jack fetched his energy from, but at nine o'clock he was standing next to the bed with two steaming cups of coffee in his hand.
-Good morning Sunshine ... It is a bright sunny day and we have to enjoy every minute of it!
My God! Where did he get his energy from? I could easily have slept a few hours more. Once my coffee mug was empty, he literally pulled me out of bed and into the shower. The warm water was falling on us like rain and that brought him to a romantic mood, which made him kiss me and I couldn't resist his kisses. He had the art of making me horny at the speed of light and our manhoods were the living proof of it, standing at attention like soldiers at the entrance of an ultra-secret military base. It was obvious that Jack couldn't resist my hard cock like I couldn't resist his kisses. His hands were full of soap en glided easily over my body. He dropped to his knees and decided that the washing of my genitals could best be done with his mouth. I agreed with his decision, of course. It was a thorough cleaning that woke-up my body bit by bit. I hadn't seen him bringing his razor into the shower and with my cock in his mouth he expertly shaved the base of my cock and my balls. It was so erotic that my cock stayed at forty-five degree angle even when his mouth was not on it. That made the shaving all the more easier for him and increased my excitement even more. He pushed my legs wider apart and even shaved my taint although I had not that many hairs between my legs. As soon as all the hairs were removed, he took my balls in his mouth, letting them roll over his tongue, sucked on them and let them leave his mouth with an audible plop. He repeated that several times before concentrating again on my manhood, giving it the royal treatment while at the same time his soaped finger found my puckered hole and entered it with ease. I crossed my fingers that every morning shower would be like this. I had to hold on to his shoulders as to not fall on the slippery tiles of the shower stall and pushed my cock in his mouth as I felt my climax approaching. Jack increased the sucking power on my tool, swallowing every drop of precum that came out thanks to his finger on my prostate. It became difficult to breath under the cascading water and even more difficult to avoid my juices spurting out. The suction was so strong I guessed he could suck my load out of me even if I was not ready to shoot, but I was ready.
My orgasm overwhelmed me and I fed Jack with my morning proteins. Just like the previous times, he swallowed every drop of it, keeping it in his mouth and came up to share it with me in a passionate kiss. His strong arms grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around to face the shower wall. He took some more shower-gel in his hand and worked my ass, inserting first one, then two and even three fingers as to open me up. It was all so slippery that when he replaced his fingers with his cock, it entered so easily and without the slightest pain. He didn't wait to start his fucking motions and was immediately at full speed and full force, reaching places I knew I had but had forgotten about. It didn't take him long to have his cock harder and apparently even bigger, before he deposited his seed inside me while keeping his arms around my chest and kissing my neck.
My God! That was the kind of showers I wanted every single morning. We rinsed abundantly before I shut-off the water and took the fluffy towels to dry each other. A lot of people forget how erotic it can be to dry each other while kissing and having the towel-covered hands roam over each other's body. Jack had a permanent smile on his face while doing that and that smile made him even more handsome than what he already was. Even if I fought the feeling, I couldn't help falling in love with him there and then.
We had taken more time for the shower than what we thought and actually had to hurry to dress. Jack had not a change of clothes with him so I gave him one of my jeans that fitted him perfectly. I let him choose in my drawer of T-shirts and he picked my absolute favorite one. It kept my horniness at high level knowing he was going commando in my jeans. We prepared a basic breakfast and more coffee.
A little before 11am I looked through the window and saw what I thought a young woman stop in front of my house, looking at it with her hand on her mouth and apparently in total awe. Instinctively I knew it was Jack's mother although she could have passed for his sister! I called Jack to tell him his mother was here and he ran through the door and took her in his arms and kissed her on her cheek. She had soon her hands on his face and kissed his forehead. Then, arm in arm, they made their way to the door and entered my apartment where I as waiting for them. When I saw his mother closer by, I had to admit Jack was right and that she was the spitting image of the woman of my painting. She looked me over thoroughly and then had a big smile on her face, opening her arms and inviting me in them. It was a sincere and warm hug I would never forget. When we broke the hug, Jack was standing close to us, asking his mother's attention and made her look at the painting.
His Mum had the same reaction as she had on the street, lifting her hand and covering her mouth with it, looking in perfect awe. There was a respectful silence while she looked at the painting and then she turned to her son.
-You've found Him!
To be continued...
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