Chapter Five
“I haven’t had so much fun in a long time,” Jackson said as Mike parked his Tahoe in the driveway of the log cabin. “Why don’t you come inside? I can fix something to eat.”
“You think I should?” Mike asked as he reached for Jackson’s hand, caressing it with his strong, thick fingers.
“I do. As a matter of fact, I would be disappointed if you didn’t come inside. We shared a romantic day together. I can see no reason why that has to end.”
“If you insist, but Jackson, you need to know something,” Mike said as he peered into Jackson’s eyes. “This is important. I can’t get involved right now, not with someone that lives so far away, understand? I thought that maybe I could, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Jackson nodded, “Is it because of your son?”
“Yes, he is my priority. I am not going to have weekends free to go to Charlotte and places like that. If I go inside and anything happens, you have to know that I can’t make any promises.”
The world came crashing in on Jackson as he sat in the passenger seat of the pick-up truck. He had known Mike Tate for four days but it felt like a lifetime. Jackson had never believed in love at first sight, but that was before he met the man sitting beside him.
“You’re honest. I have to hand it to you, you really are,” Jackson said as he looked away.
Mike put his hand on his shoulder, “I don’t know what it is about you, Jackson, but I care for you. I don’t want to hurt you or end up hurt myself. I would be lying to you if I said this was going somewhere, because it can’t. I am not free to move to Charlotte, and even if I were, I would be miserable.”
“You said last night that I was on the rebound, that I wanted to move fast. I am not on the rebound. As to moving fast, I want to see you to spend every minute with you. I know that sounds silly, but there is something about you about this that seems right.”
“It seems right to me, too, but the logistics are all wrong. You must admit that.”
“I know but that doesn’t make it easy for me to say that if you come inside I can throw out all my expectations.”
“Jackson, listen to me. I want to have a wonderful night that we will remember forever, is that too much? Is that selfish?”
“No, it’s not, but Mike, I am going to want more than a single night.”
Mike said in a quiet tone, his expression serious, “I know. Maybe I should just go?”
“Thank you for a perfect day. At least I have that to remember,” Jackson replied as he quickly kissed Mike’s smooth cheek.
Jumping out of the truck, he was halfway to the door when he turned back, his eyes locked on Mike’s face, neither one wanting the day to end. Jackson walked back to the driver’s side. Mike rolled down the window as Jackson leaned in and kissed him, “Goodbye, Mike, and thank you.”
Turning away, he was startled by the sound of the truck’s engine cutting off, the door slamming shut.
“I can’t let you walk away from me, not like this.”
“Mike,” Jackson said as Mike wrapped his strong arms around him, kissing him passionately in the middle of the driveway. This time Mike was not pulling away and neither was Jackson as they kissed each other, moans escaping from Jackson’s mouth as Mike slid Jackson’s sweatshirt over his head. His t-shirt soon followed.
Jackson wasn’t sure what happened next as he unlocked the front door with Mike kissing his neck, or how they ended up on the couch, but he knew that Mike was kissing his bare chest, licking his hardened nipples as he lay back on the leather couch, his cock growing hard against the rough denim of his jeans.
Mike kissed his stomach, looking up, and said, “Jackson, you are magnificent and it would be an honor to make love to you, but I will stop if you want me to.”
Jackson caressed Mike’s face as he answered, “I know you're going to break my heart, but right now I don’t care. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Tonight, I don’t want you to worry about anything else but us. We're together right now, just me and you,” Mike answered as he leaned up and kissed Jackson on the mouth, his tongue slipping inside his mouth as Jackson ached with anticipation.
“Wait,” Jackson turned away whispering, “Before we go any further.”
“Yes?” Mike said.
“Why don’t you get a fire started? If we're going to do this, let’s do it right.”
Mike smiled as he answered, “Anything for you.”
Reluctantly, Jackson sneaked away to the bathroom. It had been six months since he last had sex. He searched the cabinets in the bathroom and was not disappointed. A tube of anal lube sat unused beside the aspirin and the cotton swabs and just under the temperature-activated massage cream. Pocketing the lube, he joined Mike in the living room and was surprised to see him on the couch in front of a roaring fire, the lights turned off. Outside the enormous windows, the sun was setting, providing the ideal romantic backdrop, but all Jackson could see was Mike’s delicious naked body lying on the couch.
Slipping the lube on the coffee table, Jackson unbuckled his belt, kicking off his shoes. He slid his jeans down and then his boxers, removing his socks last. He was naked, standing in front of Mike and feeling vulnerable. It had been ten years since another man had seen him nude and he hoped Mike liked what he saw.
“Come here, you beautiful man,” Mike whispered as he sat up, reaching for Jackson, “You stand right there, and let me touch your gorgeous body.”
Jackson moaned as Mike ran his masculine fingers down his body, caressing the curves of his round ass, running his hands along his legs. Jackson’s cock stood rock hard, his penis was long and slender like his body, the head of his cock glistening with his own juices.
Mike smiled at the sight of Jackson’s hard erection, grabbing his ass and leaning closer to his cock, licking the head, circling under the fold with his tongue as Jackson groaned from pleasure. Taking his time, Mike slid Jackson’s cock into his warm, welcoming mouth, past his full lips taking in all the length as he slid his hands around to massage his balls.
Jackson could feel his knees growing weak, his breathing becoming shallow as Mike slid his mouth back up his penis, concentrating on the head, as he ran his hands along the shaft. Jackson’s fingers were in Mike’s golden curls, pulling his mouth farther down on his rock-hard member, wanting to feel him take it all.
Mike was using tongue, swirling it around and just under the head of Jackson’s cock while continually, rhythmically sliding Jackson’s cock in and out of his mouth. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, and his mouth working together simultaneously caused sensations of pleasure to consume him, as he felt his own orgasm rising within his body. He was close to climax, close to filling Mike’s mouth with his seed when Mike stopped.
“Not yet, I wanted to taste you, but I have something special in mind.”
Jackson was aching, his balls throbbing as the head of his cock was swollen, “Not yet?”
“No, not yet. Just wait. Lie on your back,” Mike said as he gently positioned Jackson the way he wanted him on the couch. Climbing on top of Jackson, his cock in Jackson’s face, Mike slid Jackson’s cock inside his mouth as Jackson opened his mouth, tasting Mike’s thick, large penis for the first time.
“Cum in my mouth, while you suck me,” Mike said as he went back to working Jackson’s hard cock. Jackson closed his eyes, his mouth full of Mike’s enormous hard on, his own cock in Mike’s wet mouth. The sensation was heavenly of being stimulated while making Mike quiver in pleasure. Mike’s cock was big, thick and masculine, and it was difficult to fit it inside his lips, but Jackson opened his mouth taking as much in as he could as he sank into the pleasure of his own cock being expertly sucked by Mike.
Mike fucked Jackson’s mouth, his hips pumping up and down as Jackson arched his back, his orgasm building again. With a shudder, he realized he could no longer stop himself. He was going to cum. He wanted to moan, but he couldn’t. Mike’s cock was buried in his mouth. Gripping Mike’s muscular thighs, he sucked on his penis as hard as he could while he shot his load into Mike’s waiting mouth, the feeling of release better than he could have anticipated.
Mike slid his cock out of Jackson’s mouth as he deep throated Jackson, taking all of Jackson’s cock and his cum in his mouth, swallowing his seed as Jackson cried his name passionately.
As Jackson came down from his orgasm, Mike flipped him over on the couch, his round ass in the air, his face down on the pillow. Whispering into his ear, Mike ran his fingers through Jackson’s dark hair as he said, “You tasted so good. Are you ready for me now? I want to fill your ass with cum. I want to make love to your beautiful body.”
Jackson was sobbing with joy in the pillow, his cheeks wet with tears as Mike opened the tube of lube and greased up his thick member. Rubbing the lube between his fingers he breathed on it to make it warm before he slid his finger into Jackson’s waiting ass. Jackson moaned with pleasure as Mike slid a second finger inside him and then a third.
Jackson raised his ass in anticipation as Mike positioned his cock, the head dripping with lube and pre-cum on Jackson’s tight anus. Slowly, gently, he pushed his cock into Jackson, carefully stretching his tight ass hole as Jackson moaned with pleasure.
“Give it all to me. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside me.”
His hands on Jackson’s hips, Mike slid his thick, throbbing cock further into Jackson, moaning as he buried himself to his balls. “Jackson, how does that feel?”
“Mike, you feel so good,” Jackson moaned.
Mike moved his hips, pushing himself as far into Jackson as he could. “Your tight ass was made for me,” he said as he groaned in pleasure. Digging his fingers into Jackson’s skin, he began to slowly move in and out, shoving his cock as deep as he could with every thrust. Jackson cried out in ecstasy as Mike moved slow at first and then faster, increasing his momentum as his breathing became shallow, calling out Jackson’s name. Jackson dug his fingers into the pillow, arching his back to take each thrust, to feel every inch of Mike’s cock buried inside him. The pleasure he felt was exquisite, his body molding to Mike’s cock. He was becoming Mike’s and he loved every second of it. Mike could fuck him until he was raw and Jackson would have begged for more.
“You have me so excited. I can’t hold it anymore, Jackson. Jackson,” Mike groaned as he slammed his cock all the way inside Jackson’s eager ass, his hot seed gushing inside of Jackson as Jackson felt his own cock tingling from the excitement. This was paradise, Mike’s penis buried inside him, every drop of his cum inside his ass. Mike shuddered as he collapsed on top of Jackson, his cock still inside him.
“That felt better than I have ever known. Jackson, what have you done to me?”
Mike’s naked body lay on Jackson’s as Jackson sighed. He never wanted to be anywhere else but with Mike. Mike slid his cock out of Jackson, holding him on the couch in the firelight, their naked bodies glistening with sweat, cum, and Jackson’s tears of happiness. Mike had given him more than sex. There was real connection, a bond between them that was forged that night. It didn’t matter what happened in the morning or next week. Jackson was Mike’s now and forever and that was all that mattered.
Mike held him tight, closer than anyone had ever held him. “Jackson, what have we done?”
“We made love to each other,” Jackson whispered.
“We did more than that. We just broke our own hearts,” Mike replied as he kissed Jackson’s lips in the firelight.
Jackson was afraid to ask what he meant by that, but he knew that he didn’t have to. Mike was telling the truth. They had made love to each other, sharing their love and their bodies in a way that they could never take back. It was far too late for regret.
Dawn came the next day as Mike and Jackson held each other in bed.
“This is goodbye. I don’t want to leave but I have to. My manager is off work today, my shop foreman is sick, and if I don’t go in, it'll be chaos,” Mike said as he wrapped his arms around Jackson, the morning light streaming into the bedroom.
Jackson did not want to face the truth: in less than an hour Mike was going to work, then he was picking up his son for the weekend. Jackson would be returning to his life in Charlotte, to his successful law practice, his expensive house in a gated community, to his friends that were just like him: wealthy, attractive, and mostly, superficial.
It was the best week of Jackson’s life, the week he discovered who he was after being buried under Chris for so long, and now it was over. He found Mike by accident, discovered the love of his life when he was least expecting it, when he had almost given up hope that true love existed.
“Mike, Charlotte isn't that far away. I could come see you when I can,” Jackson said, tears welling up in his eyes.
“I know you can, and I want to see you, but I can’t promise you anything other than an occasional night together. It wouldn’t be fair to make you hold out for me when I know I can’t do the same for you.”
“You still want to see me?” Jackson asked, looking at Mike’s face, trying to read his expression.
“I do, but we won’t make any promises, neither one of us. We will see each other when we can, but that’s it, do you understand? It has to be this way. I’m sorry, but it does.”
“I know and I respect that. You have your son and his life is here. I admire you for that. It only makes me love you more,” Jackson said, wincing when he said the word love.
“I thought it was me. That I was crazy to think I loved you when I met you,” Mike confessed.
“No, Mike, it’s not just you. It’s me, too. I've fallen in love with you, but I know you have to do what’s right for your son.”
Mike held Jackson until the last possible minute he could before he slid out from under the covers and dressed for work. Jackson followed him downstairs embracing him at the door as Mike kissed him, long and hard.
“I don’t want to leave but I have to, it’s been good to know you Jackson Sasser.”
“Mike, you have changed my life,” Jackson said in a whisper.
“You better call me and come see me when you can,” Mike said as he kissed Jackson one last time before turning away, racing down the stairs and to his truck. Jackson wiped away the tears as he watched it back down the driveway, carrying Mike away from him.