Mack and I had been dating for nearly two months now. It was, for me, the best relationship of my life. On the outside, Mack was a big, strong bear, who intimidated people in the work world with his stature, presence, and intelligence. Underneath his butch exterior, he was the most tender and kind man I'd ever known. He read poetry, gently massaged my neck, never complained about any work or waiting—he was patient and sweet, strong, and loving. I was overwhelmed by the strength and depth of my feelings for him. As my Nana would have said, "He's a real mensch!"
At 28, Mack was inexperienced. He grew up in a small town with older parents, worked full time while studying part time, and I was his first relationship. It could have been worrisome: Would he want to play the field? What if he got bored? He had no experience—would he bolt at our first fight? What if he got bored of me?
But Mack was just built differently. He was a deeply sincere man. He valued honesty and integrity. He was reserved in public—he liked to observe what people did, how they spoke, to see if their words matched their actions. He was comfortable with silence and he felt no need to fill in empty spaces with idle chatter. He was endlessly patient, quietly brilliant, and had the most gorgeous blue eyes on the planet. Looking at them was swimming in an ocean.
Mack and I worked for the same company, but in different departments. He dealt with finance and strategy; I was in international business. We ate lunch together every day and spent most nights together. We never officially "came out" as a couple at work—the company has 12,000 employees—but we never hid the fact that we were an item either.
One weekend in late October, as we were shopping for Halloween costumes for our friend Annie's party, Mack sat quietly as we got coffee. I sipped my latte, he drank his pumpkin spice abomination (This was the only thing we didn't agree on—he loved pumpkin spice everything; I found it to be a Geneva Convention violation).
"Adam, I know we've only been dating a few months...but you're very special to me. It's my parent's wedding anniversary in two weeks and I'm planning to go spend the weekend with them. I'd very much like to bring you with me, if you're able to come." He smiled and looked hopeful. He did this thing when he was waiting—he stared deeply into my eyes. It was as if they were lasers that could pierce back any bullshit.
We had spent the past two months very much in love. We laughed and went for dinner and worked out together; we went on long walks and played frisbee in the park and even went dancing once at a bar; we made love and fucked our brains out as young couples in love are wont to do—Mack was new to this, but eager and horny and I was more than happy to oblige. We kissed for hours and fucked for days. Occasionally, he fucked me, but despite my being shorter and smaller, he somehow needed me to be dominant in the bedroom and preferred to bottom. I was happy to oblige, though on Monday mornings I was almost happy to get to work because my cock had gotten sore from all the fucking and sucking we did all weekend. Almost.
We had whatever "it" is and our chemistry was intoxicating.
There was no way I would say no to him. But meeting the parents... Wow.
"Mack, I would love to go with you and meet your parents. This is a big step for us, for you. You've never brought home anyone to meet them before. How do you anticipate they'll respond to me being a guy? Not just a guy, but a nerdy Jewish guy who is a lefty human rights activist lawyer?" I was smiling but I was more than a bit nervous.
Mack held my hand across the table. I anticipated he would say something calm and reassuring.
I was wrong.
"Come with me. Now." His voice was stern and he looked serious as he got up from the table. The coffee shop was empty as he led me to the bathroom.
I was a bit bewildered but followed him. Once inside, he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard. I was started by his passion but returned the kiss with equal fervor. He quickly unbuckled my belt and before I realized what he was doing, he had locked the bathroom door and had my cock in his mouth.
"Mack, what..." I started to ask.
He looked up at me. "You want me to stop?" he asked coyly, knowing my answer. I shook my head.
Once he had me hard and wet, he bent over the sink and pulled down his own pants.
"Adam. Fuck me. NOW!" He commanded. I obliged. The control he had over me, the effect of his touch on my body, was electric.
And there in the coffee shop bathroom, I fucked my big butch musclebear until we both came—we were so turned on, it was fast.
After I unloaded in his ass, I pulled out and asked, "What...?"
"When you start to worry, my job is to remind you how much I love you. You needed to be reminded. You want to complain? Take it up with my people at the office tomorrow." And he laughed as he washed his hands.
I shook my head with laughter. I just had the hottest sex of my life with a man I loved.
"How did I get so lucky?" I kissed his neck.
"I'll talk with my parents. It will be fine. They'll love you because I do." Mack was remarkably emotionally sincere and uncomplicated. I believed him. Still, I worried. His parents were older, still lived in the town they grew up in, and their son was bringing home his boyfriend to their anniversary party... I had to have faith in him.
The next day at work, Mack was in meetings most of the day and I stared out the window for far too long. Annie came to my office.
She looked radiant as ever. She was whip smart. And she was already proving herself to be a powerhouse here.
She sat down at my desk and put her coffee down. "So Williams just asked me to join him on the Tokyo trip. They think I would be helpful in making the deal." Annie lived in Japan for a year in college, spoke fluent Japanese, graduated from Princeton undergrad and Yale law school as their valedictorian. She was brilliant, powerful, and in the six months we'd known each other, I came to consider her one of my best friends. I mean, c'mon—a powerful African American woman who seems like the next Michelle Obama and a sweet, handsome, nerdy gay Jew. What could be better?
