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I didn't know it yet, but that Sunday was going to be the first in a long row of Sundays with Jack and his Mum. She insisted from the start I would call her by her first name : Audrey. She was the typical woman who refused to get older as in her heart and in her head she still felt so young. As I said, if Audrey and Jack would walk in the street together, you wouldn't doubt that they were brother and sister. The bond they had, was clearly a very strong one and the love for each other even stronger.
Each time Jack's mother came by, she looked so intensely at the painting that at one point I said she could have it. She refused it vehemently!
-There is no way this painting can leave this house Al, believe me. I would say she chose to be here and she chose you to be its guardian. As long as this painting is hanging in this house, nothing bad will ever happen here. She will always be the protector of this house. She made it possible for her grandson and you to meet.
She was so convinced of what she was saying that I couldn't do anything else than believe her. I was not going to complain about Jack's presence in my life and Audrey assured me we would get old together. Each time she said it, my heart skipped a beat.
From our first night together, Jack never again slept at his place. I didn't have to ask him to move in with me, he did it almost as if it was the most natural thing to do. First he brought some clothing over that never returned to his studio/apartment. A few days later he brought his CD's and music over, as well as some DVD's. My bookshelves soon became to small and we had to add some. On our bed I started to see sheets that were not mine and the same happened with the towels in the bathroom. And so Jack became part of my life in all senses of the word. Only two months after we met, he asked me if it was ok that he gave up his lease.
-We are never there and I have really no connection with the place.
So he did give it up. It was not that he wanted to take advantage of me, on the contrary. He paid his share of the costs in the household and even insisted to pay some kind of a rent, but I refused as my place was debt-free.
Our only real challenge was to get used to the differences in our work schedules. No, let me rephrase that: we had to get used to not be physically together 24/7. Jack was free on Fridays and weekends, but he was not free of night shifts. When I had to sleep alone, I didn't sleep well at all, although he was always there before I went to bed or just when I woke up. I slept, yes, but I didn't rest.
The first disruption in our peaceful home was a totally unexpected visit: Jason. I didn't know how he had found me, but there he was. It was Jack who had opened the door and he came to me with a quizzical look on his face, telling me who was at the entrance. I was in shock! It was only a few months since I last saw him and he had changed so much! He had lost weight. He didn't take care of himself and was back to what he was the day I met him. Most of all, he had lost the spark in his eyes. He said "Hi" while sheepishly looking at me. I couldn't bring myself to have pity for him.
-Can we talk, he almost whispered.
Jack stood next to me and he was silently pushing me to accept the request. We sat down in the living room and I waited patiently for Jason to say what he had to say. He started talking about what happened after I left and I didn't know if I could believe half of what he said although he looked sincere. He said Jude was blaming him for my leaving and that they didn't have any contact anymore. I knew that was a lie as I had seen both their cars parked in front of "The Corner" but I didn't say a word. He then told my Jude had spread bad words about him and he even lost his job, but Jude's business wasn't flourishing as it was when I worked there. If he had no contact with Jude, how could he know that? And finally he said that he still loved me and wanted me back in his life. That was the point where Jack couldn't keep silent anymore.
-Jason... I think you misunderstand the situation here. Al and I are in a committed and serious relationship here, where cheating has no part in it. Yes, Al told me your story and I wonder what goes on in your head to come here and ask him to resume what you had. It seems to be you don't admit the damage you caused and the consequences of it.
Jack was squeezing my hand quite hard while speaking. I realized he was doing his very best to stay calm and not let anger take over. I discovered a new facet of Jack: don't mess with him as he will clearly defend his point. I also saw a lot of love in what he was saying, not accepting that someone who had caused me pain would ever get another chance at doing it again. I decided to open my mouth at last.
-Jason, you are lying to me like you have always done. I just know, and I won't give you any explanation about it, that you are still in contact with Jude. I left because you both didn't leave me any choice and I know it was the best decision I ever took. You both lied and for what? Just to have a good fuck? Well, I can only advise you to go on fucking and to forget about me because there is not one hair on my head that thinks about having anything to do with you or Jude. You made your choice. Stick to it and assume the consequences. Yes, I loved you, but you did the necessary to shatter that love to pieces. Jack just said we are in a committed relationship and I certainly will NOT jeopardize it like you did.
-But... can we at least have a threesome then? Jason asked.
I couldn't believe my ears. Jack and I looked at each other in total disbelief of what we just heard. This meeting had no sense at all. Jack and I understood each other without saying a single word and we both stood up at the same time.
-I think Jason, said Jack, that it is time for you to leave. You came here uninvited and we were polite enough to let you in, but you shouldn't try your luck any further. We want to ask you politely to leave this house and of course, never come back.
-I want Al to say it. I don't know you and your word has no value to me.
How on earth did he dare to be like that with us?
-What Jack says, is what I say and think, so please... for the second time... leave!
Jack surreptitiously pulled me towards the mantle piece till he was able to touch the painting. When he did, he took my hand in his and I could feel a strange and powerful energy flow from him to me. It was only afterwards that I realized the energy came from his grandmother and my protector. That energy was incredible and filled us from toes to head. When we were full of it, Jack and I looked intensely at Jason who couldn't stand our stares. He got up and quickly left, slamming the entrance door behind him. Jack looked at me and softly whispered in my ear that Jason would never come back. I crossed my fingers that it would be true.
I took Jack in my arms and kissed him. I thanked him for his support in this difficult situation. He thanked me for my total trust and respect. We were in perfect sync and total unison. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I wrapped them around his waist. For an undefined time, we stared at each other. I started to understand Audrey's words when she said we would grow old together. I had no problem in thinking about the truthfulness of them. It seemed to be the perfect moment for me to get down on one knee and ask Jack to marry me.
-Jack... I have no ring to put on your finger. I just have a heart full of love to offer you and a lifetime to dedicate to you. Will you be my husband?
Was it a family trait as Jack lifted his hand to his mouth as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. His eyes got moist and he finally nodded as he couldn't get a word out of his mouth. When he could, it was only a whisper that said yes and a bit later a very audible yes that he repeated several times. I got on my feet again and took him once more in my arms. Our lips met and we had both tears of happiness rolling down our cheeks. The soft and romantic kisses soon turned to very passionate ones and I dragged Jack to the bedroom.
Was it Jason's visit or the energy Jack got from the painting? I didn't know, but I felt even closer to my future husband. I undressed him slowly and kissed every bit of skin that came to sight. Once his shirt was off, I kneeled in front of him and could see the clear outline of his hard member in his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and opened the buttons of his zipper one by one. I pressed my face to his crotch that was still confined in his white briefs and inhaled deeply. His fragrance was intoxicating. I could have stayed there for hours just getting overwhelmed by his manly scent. I slowly pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
There he was. Naked except for his briefs that were tenting obscenely due to his hard cock. There was already a wet spot on his briefs, at the tip of his manhood. Yes, he was excited and so was I. I pulled his briefs down and his cock sprang to life, finally liberated from its confinement. I couldn't help admiring his wonderful tool, so well proportioned and adorned by his trimmed pubes and a shaved scrotum underneath. People say perfection doesn't exist, but I could not agree with that. Jack's genitals were perfect in every aspect, beautifully shaped and straight as an arrow, pointing to the sky and with a glistening drop of precum at the tip. I couldn't resist and had to taste his precum that I loved so much. I knew that when I pulled on his scrotum, his cock became even harder and more precum would flow out of it. He didn't disappoint me and I loved the constant flow of his clear juice, keeping a bit of it in my mouth to have some lubrication at the moment of going up and down his shaft with my lips closely around it. I replaced my hand on his scrotum with my mouth. Just like the rest of him, his balls were the perfect size and my tongue could play with them. Jack jiggled while I gave him the royal treatment.
Even if he was a total top, Jack loved that I played with his ass and I never forgot it. I paid quite some attention to his taint first and then pushed his legs high in the air to open his ass-cheeks and get the marvelous view of his puckered hole. There was no way I would let his sweet hole unattended and lowered my head to eat him out while he rested his legs on my shoulders and tried to force me inside of him. Needless to say I obliged with gusto. I even spread his hole with a finger of each hand and was expecting a kind of protest groan, but it didn't came.
-Get out of your clothes and take me!
I was undressing at the speed of light when it downed on me what he had said: "Take me". I knew Jack as being a total top and was stunned by his request. I just guessed I had misunderstood him and dove back in to French kiss his ass, making it wet and slippery.
-Damned Al! Put your cock in me. Now!
There was no time to question his demand. I took the lube and put an abundant amount on his ass and my cock, opening him up while lubricating his hole.
-Please Al... get in me... please!
I had never seen him like that before, begging me to penetrate him. I put my cock-head right on the spot and started with little stabs, trying out how open he was. Jack grabbed his own ass-cheeks, opening them wide and still begging me to get in. I thrusted forward without too much strength, because he had told me he had never been a bottom. I searched for the perfect angel and then put some more strength in my forward push. My cock-head suddenly passed his sphincter. Jack took a deep intake of air and his scream died in his throat before it could come out. He grasped the sheets of the bed and I could see his knuckles were white.
I waited patiently that he relaxed and that his ass-muscles loosened a bit. It was hard to stay still, but I didn't want him to suffer more pain than necessary. As an experienced bottom, I knew the pain would turn into pleasure and although I was taking his cherry on his own request, I wanted him to enjoy it. Little by little his knuckles got back their original color, his breathing was still ragged but less and I could feel his ass relax a bit. I still didn't move till he asked me to go deeper. The abundant lube helped my cock to glide in, slowly, teasingly. I was as surprised as Jack when my pubes tickled his ass-cheeks. My excitement was at its highest at that moment and my hips had a mind of their own, starting to withdrawing and entering him again. The expression of his face relaxed and he even had a smile on his face and that encouraged me to increase my speed. As a well-oiled machine I got as deep as I could and pulled out till just the cock-head was about to get completely out and then thrusted in again.
Jack locked his feet behind my back, following my thrusts, using his legs to push me deeper in him. I had my hands on his and our fingers intertwined. I kept on moving and bent down at the same time, making my lips meet his. This time we were in physical perfect sync. His cock was trapped between our bellies. He always produced a lot of precum and it made the friction that much easier while I continued my in and out movements. I didn't go over to full speed as I wanted the moment to last. It was difficult, certainly when I felt the typical spasm of Jack's cock pressing against my lower body and the warm wetness of his seed. I gave his ass a few more strong thrusts, pushing the last of his semen out of his balls and opening the space in his bowels for my seed that started to spurt out of my cock. I gave him my load till the last drop and then collapsed on him, kissing him with so much passion that I almost devoured him. Our heartbeats came back to normal as well as our breaths and my cock followed its natural deflation and plopped out of his ass.
-Thank you Al! You just made me the happiest man on the planet. I love you!
Emotions overwhelmed me and a tear of happiness rolled down my cheek. Jack caught it with his lips. We got off the bed and took a shower together, washing our bodies sensually, rinsed off the soap and then drying each other as it was becoming a habit.
As we sat on the sofa and I saw the painting above the mantle piece, I started to wonder and asked Jack if he thought the painting had special powers.
-No, it doesn't. It is more a psychological thing. I know that my grandmother, wherever she is, keeps an eye on us. I don't think there is a heaven or something like that, but her spirit is here, that is something I am convinced of. With Jason here, I had the need to connect spiritually with her and touching the painting helped me doing so.
-But... I clearly felt energy flowing into me...
-Yes, and so did I, but it has nothing to do with the painting. Come on Al, we are not in any fairytale with paintings having special powers. It was a pure mental thing. We all have energy... it is more. I think we ARE energy. At the moment I connected with my grandmother it was like calling up my own energy and transferring it to you, showing Jason we are an item, a couple and even soulmates. I wanted to join our energies to make him understand we are TOGETHER, just in case he didn't understand it when coming in.
-We are a couple indeed. We even agree to get married.
-Yes, indeed, but I didn't say yes to you for the sake of that paper that will bound us together. I really don't need that paper to know that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, literally, till death do us part. If anything, I want us to get married to assure that in the eyes of the law, we are together. At the hospital I have seen couples that have been separated because officially there was nothing to prove they belonged together and thus didn't have the right to receive medical information or even visit. That's probably the only reason why I would marry you in town-hall. For my part, I am already married with you. I was or felt like it before you even asked.
-Oh my... You say the sweetest things my Love. Talking about Jason, I wouldn't be surprised to have more visits from the past. I strongly suspect that it was Jude who sent him. When I caught them in the act, Jude didn't come to me and it is true I wouldn't give him the chance to do so, but even then, he sent Lily. I think he has a very difficult time to face failure. Maybe, with time, he learned to face it, but I doubt about it. I'd rather expect that he will send Lily again because there is no doubt that Jason will tell him where I live and my status. If it is indeed Lily that comes by, I'll welcome her. She hasn't been responsible for her husband's behavior.
-It would be funny that if she visits us that at the same moment my mother would be here. I am sure she would have a few things to say to her, directly or seeing her as a messenger sent by Jude.
I wasn't really sure Lily would accept that role again. I appreciated her and still wondered why she accepted so much from her husband. I thought she had a lot of self-respect and her acceptance of Jude's behavior was not really an example of that. I put the thought out of my head. It had no sense to have a headache because of my two ex lovers.
Meanwhile, my Love readied himself for yet another night shift at the hospital. This time he was not looking forward to it as he had a young woman in his service who had a very aggressive case of cancer and was already in a terminal phase. The problem was that she had a child of about 6 years old who had to stay with her as she had no other family. The boy was very quiet and apparently was well aware of what was happening to his mother. Jack told me that when he was on duty, the little boy, Jimmy, was constantly behind him and didn't leave him one second alone. He wasn't bothering him. He just followed Jack wherever he went. When other nurses tried to get him back to his mother's room, he screamed out loud and calmed down only with Jack. It was a difficult situation and for the first time in his job, Jack didn't know what to do with it. The question everybody in Jack's service had on their mind was what would happen the day his mother would die and there was no doubt it would be soon.
Once he was out of the door, about five minutes later, I got a Whatsapp from a number that was not in my contact list.
"Hello, can we talk?"
I didn't know who it was and was not really curious about it. I didn't answer that message and even deleted it. Not even five minutes later I got another message.
"I think it is useful that we talk"
There still was no signature. I decided to answer this time.
"Who are you? You are not in my contact list!"
The silence after that was deafening!
To be continued...
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