Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2020 12:16:10 +0100 From: Alain Mahy Subject: New City New life 5 Please, don't forget to donate to Nifty as to keep this site free ! In the following week, it was a rollercoaster of a thousand things at the same time. My God! First I had a serious talk with Jude. I wanted him to know what was happening in my mind and in my heart. He looked genuinely happy for me and admitted he had never seen me like that before. He was as stunned as me that all what I was telling him, happened in such a short time. Yes, he as well had heard about love at first sight (or almost) but had never lived it. Then there were all the divorce papers of Jason. Jude called his lawyer who accepted to look into it. The guy must have taken his time to study the papers as it took him several days before he called back, urging Jason to drop by in his office. Jason told me later that they had been over the papers during hours and finally detected a serious juridical fault that would allow the lawyer to fight the final decision. Jason's ex-wife's lawyer had probably never thought that it would be detected, but Jude's lawyer, Robert, did! Robert was more than excited to take the case as he knew Jason's ex-wife's lawyer and it was years he was searching to attack his less than ethical behavior. To make a long story short, Jason didn't ask for the house or the car or anything like that. He only asked for a serious financial compensation. The case didn't even reach the courthouse as they reached an agreement before that. The other lawyer knew he had made a big mistake that could cost him his license. Not even a week after the agreement was signed, Jason had a nice balance on his bank account and could suddenly afford a new apartment, a car and could finally go for a new job without fear that his ex-wife would get his salary. With our joined contacts, Jude and I started to ask around and Jason had a job before he even realized it. At last, life was smiling to him again... and subsequently to me. Jason had been, even when he lived in his van, a joyful chap. Now that he had his life back, nothing was too much for him. He radiated happiness and I was the direct beneficiary of it. He repeated a thousand times a day that I was his hero, that I had made it all possible. He profusely thanked Jude as well and told him he could ask him anything in return. Jude didn't miss the "anything" and made it clear he wanted another trio with us. Jason and I had agreed on a monogamous relationship, but he admitted he could make an exception for Jude. We had a memorable threesome and it was hot and fun, but I noticed Jason was not giving himself a hundred percent. Jude wanted him to fuck him and he did. As soon as Jude was gone, he took me by the hand and dragged me to the bedroom. -Now we can really make love! I understood what he said and was fascinated by his stamina. He whispered a tender "I love you" when he entered me and made me orgasm several times. He made me discover something completely new to me and that was the anal orgasm. You know, that incredible feeling you have in your nether region just before you shoot your load? Well, he made me feel that when he was inside of me, brushing my prostate, creating that feeling of butterflies in my ass, wanting that the feeling would never end and making me scream out loud out of pure pleasure and bliss. I didn't know how he did it and it had never happened before, with no-one. The problem was that when that anal orgasm was over, I had that intense feeling of emptiness, even if he was still in me. It was overwhelming and amazing and yes, I loved it! Our Friday nights at "The Corner" became a habit that we wouldn't miss for nothing in the world. Freddy was his old usual self and his friendship to me was extended to Jason. We were soon known as an item and after a couple of drinks we mostly went out for a meal. We would have loved Freddy to join us, but knew it was impossible. Jude joined us most of the Fridays and I was so happy that he didn't get jealous. The threesomes were not so often anymore. Jude admitted he missed our one-to-one sex as well. Came the moment that Jason sold the old van and brought all his belongings to the apartment. We talked about it extensively to live together and share our lives. Jason didn't want to have an apartment or a house on his own. He claimed that we would sleep together anyway and that each his own place would only make things more difficult. I did agree with that, but my place was ideal for one person, although it had two bedrooms, but it was just a little bit too small for both of us. I was just about to get to the end of my two years lease and would have to decide if I bought my place or not. We contacted Bill, Jude's brother-in-law who became the administrator of the complex and explained that we wanted something bigger. The problem was that all the apartments had the same sized living room. Some of them had three and even four bedrooms but that was the only available extra space. When he mentioned that the top floor apartment, that had four bedrooms, was available, we wanted to see it. The settings were such that if we broke down a wall, we would be left with three bedrooms and a far bigger living room. That suited us. -You have to understand, said Bill, that such a change can only be done if you buy the place. With a lease contract there is no way to get a permission to knock down a wall. The original lay-out has to be maintained. That made us think. Before I even met Jason I had decided to buy my place, but didn't have the means to buy the four-bedroom unit. Jason had received the money from his ex-wife and could probably afford the four-bedroom unit on his own. -There is maybe another solution if you want, said Bill. The unit next to yours Al, which is a mirror image of yours, is also available. If you buy that one, you can knock the separation wall down and keep four bedrooms. If in the future you want to sell it again, you could easily rebuild the separation wall and have two independent units. Automatically, you would have two parking spaces in the basement and two storage rooms. You could have each one unit in your name. We asked for a few days to think about it and weigh pros and cons. We just loved the top floor apartment, but buying the unit next to mine had quite some advantages. Bill gave us the blue prints of both units and the prices of both as well. Jason and I had a lot to talk about although in my mind it was obvious that keeping my unit was the most profitable and sensible thing to do. As usual, the emotional and rational parts were in conflict. It was the rational part that won. I bought my unit and Jason bought the unit next door. Bill helped us find the best constructor available to knock down the wall. All my furniture was pushed aside and covered with huge plastic sheets to protect them from all the dust caused by breaking down the wall. The constructor did a marvelous job and when they left, you couldn't even think it had been two separate units. The glass screen on the terrace had been removed as well. The place looked suddenly huge and some of my furniture was not appropriate any more. We were lucky enough to be able to sell it on the internet and found new furniture for the huge living room. We kept two bedrooms and organized the third one as an office and the fourth one as a huge pantry. The only thing we couldn't take away was the second kitchen, but we knew we would find a use for that in the future. Life settled slowly in a comfortable routine. It scared me a little as everybody knows that routine is not the best thing for a couple and I mentioned it to Jason. We were both financially secure, even after buying the two units and paying the constructor for his job. It was Jason who came up with the idea that we each would make a list of things that we wanted to do, being it the following week, month or year. We were quite likeminded and a few things appeared as well on his list as on mine. Those were the things we knew we had to do. The theatre subscription was an absolute must and a cruise during the following holidays was on both our lists as well. I realized that the feelings we had for each other grew by the day. At first, it was difficult to believe but I had to see the evidence in front of my eyes. Jason made me so happy in all possible ways. He had so many details and small attentions. He could really surprise me almost every day. We were both quite good in the kitchen and he often prepared one of my favorite meals before I even reached home. The lovely smells came from the kitchen. It is well known that the love of a man goes first by his stomach and Jason knew that better than anyone. His culinary skills got better with each dish he prepared. What most amazed me was when he prepared the bedroom for us. One winter night, as it was dark outside quite early, I reached home and he almost pushed me to the bathroom, telling me to shower. I was surprised by his insistence but followed his request anyway. While I was under the warm water, he had surreptitiously taken all my clothes away and even the bathrobe that was normally there. He had left just a towel that was too small to get around my waist. I was about to shout through the door that he had to bring me a bigger towel when I realized he was up to something. I came out of the bathroom naked. He was nowhere to be seen. The door to our bedroom was slightly open and a strange glow came from it. I pushed the door open and had my hand on my mouth. The bedroom was in a magical atmosphere with hundreds of T-light candles lit that gave a lot of warmth. I had never seen anything like that before. Sprawled on the bed was my lover in all his naked glory and with a hard-on to die for. The sight was divine as was the smile on his face. I never got hard so quickly. He opened his arms to make me understand he wanted me in them. In a split second I was on him, our mouths glued together in the most romantic and passionate kiss. The heat, as well in the room as in our hearts, was rising fast and even if we had not really started anything yet, I could see hundreds of sweat pearls on Jason's body, as if he was adorned with hundreds of little stars. Although we didn't move, there were constant moving shadows on walls and ceiling, thanks to the hundreds of candles. It was spectacular and magic and increased our good mood to let ourselves following the flow of actions. Jason flipped me over till he was on top of me. Oh I knew what was coming. He was going to concentrate on my pleasure far above his own. He was going to worship my body and my soul. His hands were already roaming over my body, waking up all the nerve endings where he touched me. I tried to mimic what he was doing, but he pinned my arms above my head and used his lips and tongue to activate my pleasure buttons. When he licked my armpits I was already shouting his name out loud, moaning and groaning and my body convulsing under the constant attacks of my lover. On his way from one armpit to the other, he passed my mouth that he kissed, deep and intensely, reaching my throat, expressing his love in all possible ways. He didn't forget to tease my earlobes that were so sensitive. He kissed and munched on the tender flesh between my ears and collarbone. I heard him inhale deeply through his nose when he reached my other armpit. Jason knew what to do to get me as excited as was humanely possible. He kissed me again, sharing the sweet taste of my sweat and that gave an extra touch to it. He was taking me once again to another dimension where time and space vanished. When he softly bit my nipples, I could feel electrical shocks traveling from head to toes. Of course, my cock received the signals as well and was so hard it almost hurt. Jason knew how to take that hurt away and engulfed my cock to the root. The warm moisture of his mouth was transited to my balls where my juices slowly began to boil. This was going to be a multiple orgasm session. His twirling tongue on my cock-head was driving me crazy. His up and down bobbing on my shaft made me convulse even more. My heartbeat accelerated and my breathing was ragged. Oh my...! I didn't want to climax yet. Knowing Jason I knew he had just started. He licked my shaft from root to head several times before taking my balls in his mouth, letting them roll over his tongue and sucking on my scrotum till my balls left his mouth with a loud plop, only to repeat the action over and over again. With his agility, he turned over and brought us in a 69 position. His cock was just at my lips and I didn't need further invitation to open my mouth wide to welcome his cock. He was hard as rock, just like me and I could feel his cock-head in my throat, entering and exiting slowly but deeply. Meanwhile Jason swallowed my cock and balls and once it was all wet and slippery, he hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted them to my chest. His warm breath on my rosebud made me relax my muscles and I squeezed them a few times, knowing he would see my hole winking at him. I didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling and understanding the invitation. Jason had not shaved for two days and the hard hairs of his beard scratched my ass-cheeks and even my puckered hole. It was again a new sensation that I loved, increasing my horniness and wanting him to fuck my brains out, but he took his time to use his tongue first, wetting my hole and pushing his tongue inside of me, using a finger of each hand to open me up and stretch me wide. My lust and excitement increased by the second while I lavished his hole, balls and cock. I made his cock so wet that he wouldn't need any artificial lubrication at all. He had stretched me open enough to enter me with ease. Jason flipped over once again, kneeling between my wide open legs. He wanted me to enjoy our time and didn't wait till the spit would dry up, on the contrary. He put his cock-head right on target and let it slip in without really thrusting. He entered me like a warm knife in butter, touching the places only he knew were going to drive me even more crazy, grazing my prostate on his inward movement. His trimmed pubic hairs tickled my ass-cheeks, telling me he was all the way inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to give him the best kiss possible. I loved him so much and wanted him to feel it in that kiss. After a while, he lifted himself and sat on his heels and continued his in and out movements. He grabbed my feet and put one foot on his chest while bringing the other one to his mouth, licking and sucking on my toes. That was the trigger for an enormous orgasm with a huge ejaculation, coating my chest and my belly with my juices. My ass-muscles had spasmed as well and made Jason go over the edge, filling my bowels with his semen. But with Jason, an orgasm was not the end of it. Once I was full of seed, he bent down and licked my chest and belly, collecting my juices in his mouth to then share them in a sensual kiss. It was always so erotic when he did that. One by one the T-lights went out and the light in the bedroom dimmed. As usual we were physically exhausted and were in each other's arms when our eyes closed and took us to dreamland. I was so happy with Jason. We had that complicity that made us whole. It so often happened that we ended each other's sentences. It had also an inconvenience. It was so difficult to surprise each other as we had the same ideas at the same time. We were so connected that when I wanted something for dinner, Jason often had it already prepared before I even mentioned it. The same happened when I wanted to surprise him with tickets for a concert. I didn't even had a chance to give him the tickets when he mentioned he wanted to go to that concert. Our sex-life was very satisfactory. We were both versatile and took turns according to our moods. I wanted to express my love for him in so many ways. I was not the kind of guy that needed wedding papers to prove my love, but a nice set of matching rings wouldn't be bad. When I came back from visiting a client, I stopped at a jewelry shop. I found two beautiful rings in a combination of yellow, white and red gold. They were magnificent and on an impulse I bought them. Next to the jewelry shop there was a florist and I purchased a dozen red roses, sign of pure passion. I thought of dropping by at our place and put it on the table. Jason would find the rings and the flowers when he got home. I was sure that this time I would surprise him! I entered our apartment and went for a vase, arranged the flowers and put it on the dinning room table, with the rings in their box just in front of the flowers. Just when I was about to take the box out of my pocket, I heard a strange noise coming from the guest room. I couldn't identify it and went to the room, opening the door. The sight I got was not what I expected at all. The first thing I saw was a hairy ass, belonging to God knows who... There was no doubt about what was happening. If it had been a movie, it would have been pure porn. The hairy ass was moving, not allowing the imagination to kick-in. I got a little closer and could see my "lover" with his eyes closed and clearly enjoying a good fuck. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I was flabbergasted! I left the room and the apartment, slamming the door. Oh yes, he must have heard it. I called Janice at the office, telling her I was not coming back today and that I would be there the next morning. I got in my car and drove off, to nowhere in particular. Driving my car had always that soothing effect on me. I had no particular goal and drove for hours. I had time enough to think over everything that had been said between us. That same morning Jason told me he would be out of town the whole day and possibly arrive late in the evening. That was now an obvious lie. Lying, in my opinion, was a lack of respect and even a lack of thrust. The insecurity installed itself surreptitiously in my mind. A thousand questions came up. How many times had he already done it? Who was that mysterious lover he had? Didn't he have enough with me? Hadn't we vowed to have a monogamous relationship? Was he already bored of my presence? We had been tested and didn't use protection anymore. Did he use protection with the other or others? My whole world shattered to pieces. I was so convinced we had a serious relationship and now I discovered he was not as faithful as he pretended. The problem was not that he had sex with someone else. It was that I suddenly didn't know if everything he had said was true or not. The trust had received a major slap in the face. Was it true when he said he loved me? I started to doubt about that as well. Jeez... I could accept that someone crossed your path and that there was a sudden and direct sexual attraction, but there was no reason to lie about it. The box with the rings that was in my pocket suddenly had a burning feeling. I took it out and threw it in the glove department of the car although I was tempted to throw it out of the window, but I was no fool. I could try to return them where I bought them or sell them on the Internet. The symbolism of the rings was not there anymore. They just became pieces of metal without any meaning. I ended up at "The Corner". It was not my day and not my hour to enter the bar. Freddy looked at me with sad eyes. Did he already know? I sat down, not saying anything. Freddy put my usual drink in front of me. -Jason called to see if you were here... I was half surprised. -... and he asked me to call him if you came in... -Don't ! If you do call him, I'll go somewhere else. Freddy was diplomatic enough to ask no questions. He took a drink for himself and stood in front of me, behind the bar. There were not that many tenants anyway. -Wanna talk about it? -What is there to say Freddy? Jason cheated on me and had sex with someone else. I am not bothered about that. What bothers me is that he had to lie about it. Lies are so destructive. It shatters whole worlds to pieces in a fraction of a second. They make you doubt about everything that person ever told you. Trust has suddenly vanished. It is gone! Disappeared! -Come on Al. You haven't been an angel either in your times. -Right Freddy, I haven't, but I was not in a serious and committed relationship. With Jason I thought I was. Seems I am far more naïve than I thought. -If I understand you correctly, you want to throw everything away? -What good would it be to keep someone at your side that you can't believe, that you can't trust? -Whatever you decide Al, but couldn't you at least hear him out? -You mean to give him a chance to lie even more? I guess I had my share of lies Freddy, because I don't know how many he told me. One lie is the same as a thousand. I heard the door to the bar open and close and then the sound of women's high heels on the floor. A hand was suddenly on my shoulder and I looked behind me to see ... Lily! To be continued... This story will be interactive. This means that I wait to read your comments and see how YOU want the story to go... Let me know at amahy1957@gmail.com Thanks for the great comments guys, but please... tell me how you want this story to go on.