The First Time in a Long Time #3

True to his word, Jack took Friday off so we could have a nice three day weekend together. He sat attentively while my doctor and physical therapist explained what all my PT would entail. If all went well, I'd be out of the hospital in two weeks, tops.

The therapy started on Saturday, and whatever gains I thought I had made that week went out the window. While I felt pretty good lying down, standing and walking was pure agony.

Slowly but surely, over the next two weeks the pain began to subside and I regained my strength. Jack's support was not only appreciated, but required. I don't think I could have done this alone.

Finally, I was discharged. The first thing I did was ask Jack to accompany me to pick up my car, or whatever was left of it.

Naturally, it had been totaled. Thankfully though, my insurance was taking care of getting me a replacement, and even got me a rental car in the meantime.

"Bon voyage, Freddy," I said as I placed my hand on the hood. "We had some good times."

"Freddy?" Jack asked

"Oh yeah, Freddy Ford." I replied.

He chuckled, that beautiful grin spreading across his face. "You're just too cute."

I grinned stupidly. "Okay, just gotta get something out of the trunk, and we'll be all set." I opened the trunk. The box of Jack's gifts had toppled over, but was still intact. I grabbed it, my jumper cables and shut the trunk. I put my things in the rental and Jack drove me home.

My place looked much cleaner than I had left it. My laundry wasn't sitting out, and my kitchen and living room had been tidied. I set the box on my coffee table

"Did you clean my place while I was away?" I asked.

Jack shrugged. "I didn't want you to come home to squalor."

"I would hardly call a little laundry on the floor 'squalor' bitch." I retorted.

Jack laughed, then reached for the box. "So, what's in here anyways?"

I slammed my hand down, maybe a little too forcefully. "Uh uh, it's a surprise. You'll have to wait until Friday night."

"Why Friday?" Jack questioned, a pouty look on his face.

"Well," I responded, "Since your birthday has to be on a stupid Wednesday, I wanted to do a big celebration Friday night." I let out an exaggerated sigh, "I mean, I GUESS we could just do a lame dinner on Wednesday if you wanted..."

"No no no!" Jack stomped his feet. "I wanna have a big party! There better be a cake, a clown AND a bounce house!"

"Oh, there will be cake alright," I said as I grabbed a handful of his plump ass.

He slapped my hand, wagging his finger. "No strenuous activity for another week, remember? Doctor's orders." He wiggled his butt playfully. "It'll still be here Friday night."

"It had better." I kissed him, then grabbed the box and put it in my closet.

We sat down for a little dinner, watched some TV, and then went to bed. I was exhausted, and as much as I wanted to have my way with Jack, I really needed to rest.

The rest of the week went by without too much trouble. Thankfully my job was mostly sitting at a desk, so I didn't have to do too much physical activity. I still had my exercises in the morning and evening, but they weren't too bad.

As promised, I took Jack out to a nice, quiet dinner for his birthday on Wednesday. I got him his favorite dessert, red velvet cake, and a vinyl record he had mentioned wanting. He gasped in surprise, stating he would listen to it immediately when he got the chance.

After dinner, we walked back to my car. As I put the key in the ignition, Jack asked me to wait up a second. I looked over as he tied his hair back. Just when I was about to ask him what was up, he gave me his bedroom eyes as he rubbed his hand along my thigh.

"Oh, uhh... Right here? I thought I wasn't supposed to do anything strenuous right now?"

He leaned forward and whispered, "Just sit back and relax. I'll take care of everything..."

He kissed my neck as he slowly inched his hand toward my crotch. I gasped softly as my dick swelled, straining against my pants. I leaned my seat back and spread my legs a bit to give him better access. He moaned softly as he unbuttoned my pants and freed my manhood. I furtively glanced around, making sure we were out of sight, but I couldn't deny the thought of someone catching us was exhilarating.

"I should be doing this to you..." I barely managed.

"Nonsense, your thick cock hitting the back of my throat is the best birthday gift a girl could ask for." He gently stroked my shaft as he kissed down my length. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and let him work. Who was I to deny him on his birthday?

He began to move his hand quicker, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking loudly. He knew exactly what drove me wild. As he continued, I looked around again and noticed an older couple walking in our general direction.

"Babe... Babe! Someone's coming!" I tapped him on the shoulder. He ignored me, continuing to suck me while the couple inched closer.

"Jack, they're gonna-uhhhhhh..." He cut me off by taking my member all the way to the base. He frantically swirled his tongue around, fucking his throat trying to finish me. It didn't take long.

The couple walked by, probably wondering why some random guy was just sitting in his car. I tried to put on a straight face as I held Jack's head out of sight as I pumped my load down his throat. I managed a smile, giving a small wave. The couple waved back, confused but otherwise went along their way.

As soon as they left, I let go of Jack's hair.

"Sorry, there was a couple walking to their car, I didn't want them to call the cops or anything..."

He looked up at me, kissing me deeply, a trace of my cum on his lips.

"Happy birthday to me." He gave me a sultry smile as he got back into his seat.

I readjusted my seat and began the drive home. "You're so fucking hot, it's insane," I laughed.

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Friday night was going to be perfect. I made Jack's favorite dinner, put on some light, sensual music, and I also told him to dress up, as I was going to wear a suit. Corny, I know, but I wanted to give him the perfect night, and I thought it would be fun. I was so turned on thinking about what I was going to do to him afterwards that I nearly rubbed one out beforehand, but I controlled myself. I leapt out of my seat when I heard him knock.

I opened the door and was floored. Jack had curled his hair, which he had been growing recently. It spilled over his shoulders in such a sexy way, it drove me wild. He wore a pair of gold hoop earrings, mascara was impeccable, and just a hint of lipstick. He wore a floral print sundress and heels, completing the look.

I stood there, mouth open like an idiot. He looked at me. Jack reached out and knocked on my forehead.

"Hello? Anyone there? I'm supposed to be having dinner with my boyfriend?"

I snapped out of it. "Wow, you just... happy birthday, Jack." I let him in, leading him to the dining room. He smiled when he noticed his favorite meal.

"You shouldn't have! You treat me so well, babe." He planted a kiss on my lips as we sat down.

After dinner, I brought out his last gift. I trembled in anticipation as I handed him the box, my heart racing as he gently untied the bow, and removed the lid. His eyes lit up as he placed his hand over his mouth.

"So... I may have gone a little overboard, but I figured one of everything didn't hurt. Did I do okay?" I asked sheepishly.

Inside the box was a veritable tool chest of toys, gadgets, gizmos and more, all designed to offer maximum pleasure. A vibrator, g spot stimulator, butt plug, nipple clamps, cock rings (one for each of us) and the coup de grace: a shibari kit.

"Oh babe," he replied, shaking his head. "Which one do I get to use first?"

"Dealer's choice." I grinned, satisfied with myself.

He pointed to the shibari kit. I had hoped he would pick that first. I had been reading and watching videos about it, and was VERY excited to try it. There was a part of me that worried he'd slap me for even suggesting such a thing, but I knew his kinks well enough at this point.

I led him by the hand into the bedroom. He began to undress before I stopped him.

"Wait, let me." I said.

He obeyed, standing in the middle of my room, his chest heaving with anticipation. I slowly looked him up and down as I walked towards him, devouring every bit with my eyes. I stood within an inch of him, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. I gently kissed his exposed neck, eliciting a soft moan. I gingerly took the strap of his dress and lowered it off his shoulder. I kissed down his neck and onto his bare chest as I lowered the other strap, letting the dress fall in a heap on the floor. He stood stark naked (except the heels, which I left on) his cock hardening as I kissed his chest, taking a nipple between my lips. I continued kissing down his chest, stomach, and stopped just short of his pelvis.

Before I went too far, I pulled away. I stared into his beautiful eyes.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him.

He nodded. "I do."

I pulled the rope out of the box and I slowly began wrapping the rope around his body. I gently, but securely bound his wrists first, planting little kisses as I worked my way around his body. I made sure to take my time, continuing to tease him along the way. I could tell he was enjoying it, his soft moans were music to my ears.

I stood back to admire my work. He was expertly (in my opinion) bound in a fisherman's harness, the red rope a stark contrast to his pale skin. He was panting, my teasing bringing him closer to the edge.

"Now, for the finishing touches..." I reached back into the box, pulling out some hooks and straps. I attached one to the rope on his wrists and and strapped it to a hook I had installed on the ceiling. I triple checked it for safety before then taking one of his legs and doing the same at the knee. He was partially suspended, powerless to do anything but what I had prepared.

I then took out the vibrator, cock ring and g spot stimulator. My heart was hammering in my chest. We had done some kinky stuff in the past, but this was outrageous. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever see myself doing something like this, but it was just one of the many things that made Jack so hot.

I lubed the end of the g spot toy and gently inserted it. His cock twitched, a bead of precum dripping from the tip. I attached the cock ring, ensuring it was snug but not too restrictive. I turned the g spot toy on the lowest setting, and Jack yelped. I then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against his penis, slowly circling it around the head.

His mouth was agape, the various sensations overloading his brain. He was a puddle of pure ecstasy, the combination of his helplessness mixed with the stimulation of his most sensitive erogenous zones was almost too much. I made sure to give him just enough pleasure to enjoy it, but not so much that he would cum immediately. I was going to savor this.

I turned my attention to my own needs. I undid my belt, letting my slacks fall. I slowly rubbed the front of my underwear, wet with my own arousal. I turned the vibrator up a bit, evoking a deep groan from Jack. He uselessly bucked his hips, either trying to escape or force me to press it in harder, I couldn't tell.

Regardless, I continued my work. I asked him if he was close, and he nodded wildly. I immediately removed the vibrator and turned off the g spot toy. He shuddered, his entire body shaking, desperate for relief. The veins stood out on his rigid shaft as the precum flowed freely, creating a small puddle on my floor. I wiped his tip with my index finger, tasting him.

"Mmm, you're ready aren't you?"

"Yesss... yesss please..." he begged.

I pulled my underwear off and approached his behind. I took the g spot toy out, positioned my throbbing member at his entrance, and pushed in.

His muscles immediately clamped down, squeezing me tight. I turned the vibrator up to max and pressed it against his taint, trying to stimulate his g spot from two positions. He started slamming his ass against my pelvis, fighting for release.

"You wanna cum?" I asked him.

"YES! FUUUUCCKKK!" he screamed.

I slammed my hips against him, fucking him with all my strength.

His orgasm tore through his body. A low, guttural noise issued forth from his throat as the pressure in his dick released, his cum shooting in ropes clear across the room. I felt my own orgasm boil in my loins as I came as well.

His breath ragged, Jack went limp, thoroughly satisfied and drained. I unhooked his leg and arms, gently lowering him onto the bed. I carefully removed the cock ring and began undoing his bindings, noticing some marks where he struggled against the ropes. Cursing softly, I went into my bathroom and grabbed some aloe.

When I returned, I tenderly applied the aloe to his arms, torso and legs. He reacted to the cool gel, his nerves still on fire. He looked up at me, his piercing eyes boring into my soul.

"Best... birthday... ever..." he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

I finished and kissed his forehead, covering him with my blanket. I cleaned up and quietly joined him in bed, his soft breath reassuring me that I didn't completely break his brain.

"I love you," I whispered as I snuggled with him, interlacing my fingers with his.

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The next morning, I awoke with Jack still in my arms. I smiled, lightly stroking his hair, enjoying the new normal of waking up next to him. Even though we had only known each other for a couple months, I was falling hard. I was finding it difficult to be away from him, even just for a few hours. Sure, I'd had great sex before, but this was totally different. This was the first time I actually felt connected to another person.

We were around each other almost daily, save for a few days here and there. He was handsome, funny, intelligent and sensitive. All I wanted to do was quit my job, stay in bed and cover him with kisses all day, every day. I was completely and utterly under his spell. It took all my willpower not to wake him and profess my aching, undying love.

I laid there for what felt like hours, waiting for him to wake. He began to stir, stretching and yawning as he turned to face me. His eyes opened slowly, blinking the sleep away.

"Morning, babe." I said.

"Mmm, morning," he replied sleepily. "Sleep good?"

"Like a baby." I replied. "Hungry?"

"Starving! Wanna go and grab some breakfast?"

"Yeah, sounds wonderful."

"Alright, it's a date!" Jack said as he hopped out of bed. I got a great view of his ass as it bounced. He must have felt my eyes on him, as he turned towards me and laughed.

"I gotta shower, babe. I'm so smelly!"

"So? I love your smell," I responded.

"Oh yeah? You like boy smell?"

"When it's yours? Hell yeah."

He laughed. "Well, you're just gonna have to get me stinky another time."

"Oh no, is it over? Is the magic finally gone?" I joked.

"Yep, sure is." He responded. "We're officially an old married couple."

"Doesn't sound so bad to me," I muttered when he was out of earshot.

Jack jumped in the shower, and I went after. When I got out, I heard a soft voice coming from the living room. It sounded like Jack was on the phone. I tried not to spy, but I could just make out what was being said as I dressed in his room.

"Yeah... Yeah, it was really nice... Yes, your gift was nice too, I really appreciate it. Yeah, I do, I just... You know how it is... Mhm... Well hey, I gotta go run some errands, but I'll talk to you later. Okay, love you, bye."

I finished getting ready and walked into the living room.

"Hey, ready to head out?" I asked.

Jack got off the couch. "Ready!"

"Who were you talking to?" I asked.

"Oh, it was my mom. Were you spying on me?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"Oh, sorry I could hear from your room." I responded.

"Ah," he nodded. "Yeah, I try to call at least a couple times a week. I miss her."

"That's sweet." I replied. "You guys are close?"

"Yeah, pretty close." He responded. "It's just been me and her for a long time."

"That's nice, I'm glad you guys have that." I said, wistfully. Jack noticed my tone shift.

"Hey, maybe it isn't my place to ask, but... What's the deal with you and your dad?" He asked.

I was caught off guard by his question. I preferred not to think about my dad, much less talk about him.

"Uh, look it's a long story..." I said.

"I understand." He replied. "It's just... ever since you were in the hospital, I've been wondering about it. He was the first one there when you got hurt, and he stayed with you the entire time you were unconscious. Plus, he was really nice to me when I visited. If there's something there, I don't want to pry, but it was clear he was concerned and cares about you."

I nodded silently. "Maybe. Or maybe it was just an obligation, I dunno." I shrugged.

"He didn't seem to act like it was an obligation, he seemed genuine to me."

I snorted, shaking my head. "You don't know him like I do. He's probably just feeling guilty." I retorted, a little harsher than I intended.

Jack looked hurt, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry..." he whispered.

"No, I'm sorry," I apologized. "I just... I guess if you really want to know..."

He looked up at me and nodded. We sat down on the couch, I took a deep breath, and explained.

"We were close, once. Ever since I was a kid, I was close with both my parents. They were both very supportive when I was growing up. Every hobby, interest or adventure I wanted to take, they tried to make it work, and we did everything together. My mom stayed home, but was active in the PTA and other community stuff, and my dad worked a lot, but he always made time for us. Things were great, until I turned seventeen.

My mom got really sick. I didn't know it at the time, but she had been sick for a while. I guess I noticed she had slowed down a bit, but it wasn't until things took a big downturn that I found out how sick she really was. The doctors found out she had a rare degenerative disease that had accelerated in the last year she was alive. When things were at their worst, that's when I found out that my dad knew, but never told me.

I guess my mom didn't want me worrying, and she tried her best to hang on as long as she could, but in the end it was just too much. She went from being such a vibrant, lively person, to a barely recognizable husk. It was too much for her to bear, and eventually she asked my dad to take her off life support.

Of course, I fought him on it. Looking back as an adult, I know it would only have prolonged her suffering, but I just couldn't let her go. My dad, knowing what I know now, wanted to end her pain and signed off on it, and she passed quickly after.

After the funeral, my dad and I became strangers. He spent most of his time at work, going in early and staying late. Maybe he was just trying to distract himself, but even when he was home, it was like living with a ghost. We barely spoke, and when we did, it was like he was just looking straight through me.

My grades started to suffer, and I ended up not getting into the college I wanted. I was going to study engineering, but instead I ended up getting a bullshit business degree at my fifth choice of school and took the first job I could get, which is where I'm still at. I partied like a maniac, trying to forget the pain. I still don't know how I ended up graduating.

By that point, I had barely spoken to him, and things were just fine without him, so I didn't see the point. The only real communication we had was putting him down as an emergency contact on whatever paperwork needed it, since I didn't have anyone else, and maybe once or twice other than that.

I just didn't need him anymore. He lied to me about my mom, and that's just such a betrayal that I don't think I could ever forgive him for. Sure, he's tried reaching out a couple times in the past few years, but at this point, what could we even say to each other? I've survived just fine without him until now, and I'll keep surviving."

I looked at Jack, the sadness in his eyes was a dagger in my heart.

"Oh George, I'm so sorry..." he started to tear up.

I took another deep, shaky breath. "It's okay. Wow, I don't think I've ever told anyone that story." I turned to face Jack, gently wiping away his tears, and embraced him tightly while I fought my own sadness.

We stayed there for a minute while we calmed down. Eventually, we pulled away from each other.

"What about your dad?" I asked as I rubbed at the moisture in my eyes.

"My dad's gone too," he said. "Not dead, just gone. He left when I was eleven."

"Jack..." I said, the tears starting to return.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to be about me, I shouldn't have..." he shook his head, his voice cracking as the tears returned.

I pulled him back in, shushing him.

"It's alright, you don't have to say anything." I rubbed his head as we cried together. The surge of emotion was overwhelming. We sobbed into each other's shoulders, letting out all the sadness, pain and despair of years of suppression.

As our second wave died down, Jack began speaking.

"My dad was always kind of a cold person. He was very traditional, he had a job and my mom stayed home to cook, clean and raise me. You know, 'the woman's job.'" he said sarcastically.

"As I got older, I realized I was different from the other boys. I started to like 'girly' things, like dolls and dresses, that sort of thing. My mom was supportive, but we lived in a conservative Midwestern town, and others weren't as understanding. When my father found out, he lost it. He screamed at my mother, blaming her for 'coddling me' and for allowing what he called my 'feminine proclivities.' I tried standing up to him, but he never even looked at me. He let out all of his rage on my mom, and by the end of the night, he was gone.

Later, my mom and I had to move. My dad owned the house, so we had to live in a crappy little apartment while my mom had to look for work. She did her best, working two jobs to support us, but we essentially became pariahs in our own town.

Things got worse for me in high school, but I mostly kept my head down, just trying to get through it. The one ray of light I discovered was music, and so decided I wanted to attend Julliard to study Jazz. I worked hard, and even though I didn't get accepted there, I did get into NYU. It was my chance to escape.

Unfortunately, my mom couldn't come with me. She couldn't pay for my school, so I had to rely on scholarships and whatever else I could scrounge up. I got there eventually, but I had to leave her behind. Even though things didn't work out exactly, I promised I would get her out of that shit town, and I still intend to keep that promise, whatever it takes."

I sat quietly for a moment, absorbing his story.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. My issues with my dad seem petty by comparison. Your dad... he didn't deserve you."

He shook his head, "No, your feelings are just as valid." He wiped more tears away. "It's just tough. Sometimes when I'm really down... I wonder if he started another family somewhere... Maybe if I had been born different, he wouldn't have left..."

"Hey, stop that," I interjected. "You're perfect, Jack. I wouldn't want you any other way. I... I love you."

He looked up at me, his eyes red and puffy, but still beautiful. "You... what?"

"I love you, Jack." I repeated. Any fear I had about admitting this dissolved as I affirmed my feelings for him, damn the potential consequences.

"I..." he stammered.

"I love you too," he finally replied. "So, so much."

I leaned in to kiss him, kissing away the grief of our mutual anguish. I kissed him for all the times I felt depressed, worthless or forlorn, desperate to heal his broken heart. If I could bear his pain for him, I would.

He kissed me back madly, no doubt in an attempt to do the same for me. I pulled back to gaze into his perfect face. We bore our hearts to each other, letting them take the lead.

Wordlessly, we stood, hands interlocked as we returned to the bedroom. We sat on the bed, continuing to kiss as we removed each other's clothing.

This time was different, however. While we usually went to bed with each other in the heat of passion, but this was different. We had fucked countless times, but this was the first time we made love.

We laid nude next to each other, kissing with our fingers interlaced, legs intertwined. I gently caressed his side as I brushed my lips along his neck, drawing out a soft sigh.

"Promise me," Jack said, breathlessly, "be here with me, don't ever leave."

"Never," I said between kisses. "I'll always be here."

My loins ached with need. I tenderly rolled on top, propping his legs above my shoulders. I positioned myself, my manhood wet with our shared desire.

Jack shifted to accommodate as I moved into him with little resistance. Our eyes never left each other in fear of breaking the spell. Once at the hilt, I remained motionless, relishing the oneness of our bodies. Jack reached up to caress my cheek, a look of pure rapture upon his face.

Wordlessly, I began to move, keeping a slow, indulgent rhythm. Jack moaned softly, reaching up to place his other hand on my face, holding it in place as we made love. We moved in perfect harmony, each of my thrusts met with an equal action. A low growl escaped my lips as he undulated his hips with learned skill.

After a while, I began to quicken my pace. Jack slowly moved his hands from my face, planting them on my chest as I started to press him into the mattress with my increasing need. His mouth fell agape, his breath ragged as he arched his back.

As I approached climax, I leaned down, nuzzling against his face. His smooth, perfect skin sent tingles down my spine. My breath quickened as I felt the building pressure in my groin, spurred on by the sound and feeling of his hot breath in my ear. He wrapped his legs around my waist as he dragged his nails down my back, sending me over the edge. I rode a wave of euphoria for what felt like days, feeling his simultaneous release.

Our passion lasted into the afternoon, the day melting away as we gave each other all of our love. After each peak we simply started again. Our yearning for one another could not be sated as the world around us dissolved, unimportant and immaterial.

Finally, after losing count of how many times we climaxed, we collapsed, our bodies tangled in a heap of exhaustion. Slick with our combined sweat and orgasm, we struggled to catch our breath. Eventually, my eyes refocused and I looked over at Jack. The sweat had given him an angelic glow. He looked back at me, mouthing 'I love you.'

"I love you too."

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Everything was different now. The world seemed so much brighter. I had a spring in my step that wasn't there before. Not only was I in love, but someone was in love with me. The chance encounter with a new coworker blossomed into a beautiful relationship, and my heart was soaring. Jack was everything to me, and I to him. We knew each other's bodies before, now we knew each other's hearts.

Slowly, I began moving things from my apartment to his. Not a ton at first, just some clothes and other essentials. Eventually, whatever I couldn't live without migrated over, and we became unofficial roommates. I hated being at my place without him, and his was much nicer than mine, so we elected to live there, together. Now, we didn't have to be apart.

One day, I came home after running some errands to find Jack sitting on the couch, his normal chipper reaction to me coming home was more subdued. I noticed he was feeling down, and asked what was the matter.

"Oh, nothing. I just... I just got off the phone with my mom."

"Oh? Is everything okay?" I asked, taking his hand in mine as I sat next to him.

He sniffled. "Yes, everything is okay. I just... I really miss seeing her. Video calls are great and all, but it's been years since we've actually *seen* each other in person, and, well... I just really need a hug from her."

"I get it," I nodded, resting my chin on his shoulder. "It's just not the same, is it?"

I got an idea. "Hey, why don't we fly her out here?"

Jack shook his head. "She wouldn't get paid for the time missed from work. Plus, the flights I've seen are a little pricey, I don't know if I could afford it..."

"Then let me help," I said. "I'm sure she misses you just as much, and you both deserve to see each other. We can help her with money, too. I have some saved up, we'll make it work."

"I couldn't ask you to do that..." he responded.

"Jack, let me help." I insisted. "I want to. Besides, I think it's time we met. She clearly means a lot to you, and you mean a lot to me."

He looked at me with those beautiful eyes. "I don't know what to say..."

"You could say 'thank you?'" I joked.

He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder, then placed his hands on my face.

"Thank you." He planted a kiss on my lips.

We looked at our finances, and it turned out we could easily pay for a round trip, plus some extra for her to offset whatever she would have earned. Plus, I planned on officially moving in when my lease was up in a few months, so paying one less rent would just add more to our shared income. When we had everything finalized, Jack excitedly called her back.

Of course, she refused at first, but with lots of assurance from both of us, she relented. I had briefly spoken to her a couple of times over Jack's shoulder when they had their weekly calls, but this was the first time we held an actual conversation. She was a delight, and I couldn't wait to meet her, especially to see Jack's reaction.

Finally, when the day came, I could tell Jack was nervous. Excited to see her, sure, but he had been running around the apartment like a madman the day before, trying to make sure everything was "perfect." I tried helping out, but after the third hand slap when I tried tidying up, I decided it was best to let him do his thing. She was only going to stay with us for a few days, but Jack wanted the place spotless.

We arrived at the airport and got to baggage claim. Her arrival was scheduled at 5:30, but there was a slight delay. Jack's eyes bored into the Departures/Arrivals screen, nothing else existed to him in that moment. I stood next to him, hand around his waist, offering moral support. Finally, her plane landed, and before long the passengers were leaving, and...

There she was. Jack's face lit up as he sprinted towards her, picking her up in a tight embrace. She was short, not even five foot, Jack towered over her. They hugged, she smacked kisses all over his face, and they cried. I smiled, maintaining a respectable distance as they collected themselves. Jack turned and beckoned me over.

"Mom, this is George." Jack gestured at me.

"So good to finally meet you, Mrs..." I held my hand out for a handshake as she smacked it away.

"Oh, you cut that 'Mrs.' crap out, George," she exclaimed as she pulled me in for a hug. She barely came up to my chest as she nearly squeezed the life out of me.

"Thank you George. Thank you."

I smiled down at her as she wiped at her face.

"It's good to finally meet you face to face, Anita." I replied.

We got her bags and headed out, first to the apartment. We got her unpacked and settled in and decided on sleeping arrangements. She would sleep in our bed, Jack would take the couch and I bought an air mattress for myself. Once that was figured out, we set out to explore the city.

We took her to all of our favorite places: the museums, clothes shopping, the music store (I learned that Jack's love for music and vinyl collecting came from her) and finished the day off at our favorite diner.

At dinner, Anita regaled me with tales of Jack's childhood, his favorite toys, games and other things. I devoured every moment, enjoying the lore and life of "Jacky" and his childhood antics. Jack blushed, rolled his eyes and 'corrected' her at a few points, but she brushed him off, claiming she had the 'true' story. I was inclined to believe her.

We returned to the apartment to unwind for a bit. It was late, but Anita wanted to know more about me and my background. I felt comfortable enough telling her about my mom, and my estrangement with my dad. She sat and listened attentively, offering her condolences, which I appreciated. I told her about our work, and how I originally wanted to be an engineer, and how things fell apart, and how I ended up where I was. Of course, I made sure to mention how meeting Jack turned my life around, squeezing his hand in appreciation.

At about midnight, we decided to call it a night. Anita bid us sweet dreams and turned in. Jack and I were also beat, and got ready for bed. We laid next to each other, him on the couch and me on the air mattress, talking for another half hour or so.

"George, I can never thank you enough for giving me this. I've never been happier than how I am now, and it's in no small part thanks to you."

"Anything for you, Jack." I responded. "Your mom is wonderful, I'm so glad she's here with us now."

He leaned in for a kiss, just a peck at first. He then pulled away abruptly. I looked at him confusedly.

"Be right back," he whispered. He cartoonishly tiptoed towards our bedroom, pressing his ear against the door. My face was a mixture of confusion and amusement. He quietly scurried back, crawling under the covers with me. He pressed his body against me and stroked my chest.

"Wait, right now? Really?" I whispered.

He shrugged. "She's a heavy sleeper. A bomb could go off and she'd just snore louder," he responded. The living room was dim from the light in the kitchen, but I could tell he was biting his lip in that sexy way that was hard to resist. Silently, he started kissing down my neck.

"This is crazy, Jack..." I sighed.

"Just pretend we're back in high school. You snuck through my window while everyone else was asleep so we could fool around."

"I never did that in high school..." I explained.

"Neither did I. Guess we're taking each other's virginities tonight."

"Can you imagine? Having the wisdom and experience during your first time? How much less awkward and-"

He shushed me by sticking his tongue down my throat. I got the message.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the couch, I followed suit. We made out passionately, the thrill of "being caught" was exhilarating. I pulled him on top of me, pressing my hips up against his. He started grinding, the wetness from our bulges began to slicken our underwear. I gave his ass a playful smack.

"Jesus, George!" He yelped as he bolted upward.

"What?" I asked. "You said she was a heavy sleeper."

"You're an idiot," he shook his head, smiling as he leaned forward to continue our makeout session.

I grew bolder, grabbing two handfuls of his round ass, pressing harder into him. He moaned into my mouth as we humped each other quicker, our crotches now audibly wet.

I flipped him backwards so that I was on top and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and yanked them off. I wasted no time in grabbing his cock and putting it in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head as I pumped his shaft. His body writhed as he grabbed a handful of my hair, spurring me on. His breath quickened, and he pulled me off of him.

"No, not yet..." he breathed. "I want you to fuck me first."

I climbed up, kissing his stomach, chest and neck on the way. He moved his legs up, grabbing my cock and positioning it at his waiting hole. I pressed against him, moving achingly slow. He wasn't in the mood for teasing, so he locked his legs behind my back, forcing me all the way in. He cried out, and I quickly covered his mouth. He whimpered into my mouth as I started pounding him, loving the control I had over him. I was getting close, when...

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I whipped the covers over us and laid down, still inside Jack. The thrill sent me over the edge as I started pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside him. My breath caught in my throat, desperate to remain silent. Jack bit my shoulder as he also came, the telltale contractions squeezing every drop out of me.

We stayed deathly quiet, waiting for any additional noise. After a couple minutes, it seemed like the commotion was over. I removed my hand from Jack's mouth.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I thought it was your mom..."

He shook his head. "It's okay. That was actually kinda hot," he chuckled. "You know I love when you take charge."

I leaned down to kiss him, then we quietly tiptoed into the kitchen to clean up. We probably used every hand towel we had, then redressed and fell asleep.

The next morning, we took Anita to our favorite breakfast spot. After the waitress brought our coffee, Jack asked his mom how she slept.

"Oh, like a baby, your bed is so comfy." She replied.

"Glad to hear it, Anita." I said.

"How about you two? Sorry to have kicked you both out of your room."

"Oh, we slept just fine." Jack replied nonchalantly.

"I'm sure the sex probably helped." Anita replied casually.

I nearly spit my coffee out as Jack chastised his mom.

"Mother! Not so loud!" He did his best to whisper. "We're in public for chrissake!"

"Oh please, Jacky. I may have been asleep, but I'm not stupid. You're young and in love, it's just a fact of life." She went back to her coffee, as if we were discussing the weather.

"Good grief..." Jack buried his hands in his face. I was certain I was beet red. I pretended to be invisible.

The waitress brought our order, and Jack's mother began eating.

"Eat up, it's going to get cold," she said.

I sat there mortified. Jack was stone faced as he ate in silence. I nibbled on mine, my appetite suddenly gone.

Thankfully, the situation was quickly glossed over and we enjoyed the rest of our Saturday with no issue. Jack and I didn't dare fool around that night, we simply kissed and said goodnight.

Finally, Sunday rolled around. I could tell Jack was having a hard time keeping it together as he helped his mother pack. I offered to help, but he gently insisted on it. I respected it, instead getting the car ready. We drove her to the airport after lunch, and said our goodbyes. Anita thanked us again for having her, and I promised we would make this happen again. I stepped away to let Jack say goodbye in private. She said something which prompted him to look back at me, but he wouldn't say what she said. They hugged, and she departed back home.

On the drive back, I held Jack's hand, lightly stroking it with my thumb.

"I'm glad we had her over this weekend." I said.

He nodded quietly, staring pensively out the window

"She's a wonderful woman, she did an amazing job raising you."

He remained silent, his lip quivering slightly as he fought back more tears.

"Jack, I need to tell you something."

He turned to me, wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, what's up?"

"I think I'm going to patch things up with my dad."

He looked at me incredulously.

"Are you serious? Is that what you want?"

I nodded. "Seeing you and your mom this weekend was... illuminating. I've been carrying this pain around for so long, it just felt normal. Like getting used to a poison that's slowly killing you. I don't know if I can have a relationship like that with my dad after all this time, but... I'm done not trying. I need to do this before it's too late."

I turned to him. "You've given me the courage to face this. Thank you, Jack. I love you so much.

He smiled, finally squeezing my hand back. "I love you too, babe."

Now to figure out what I was going to say to my dad. This was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done, and I had no clue if I could do it. As long as I had Jack, though, I could do anything.