Mitch owes it to himself to explore this opportunity. You owe it to Mitch to let him and support him. If you truly care for each other, you will work it out. Stay open to trying something new, you already want to move in with Mitch, would it really be so bad to do that in California?
Listen to each other and share your thoughts and feelings. Communication is vital as you consider all the possibilities. Remember, Mitch wants to be with you as much as you want to be with him…
***
Mitch said, “They are offering me a lot of money, I really have to check this out.”
I nodded, “Of course.”
He asked, “Would you ever consider moving to San Francisco?”
I shrugged, “I have never really thought about moving that far away.”
I started putting dinner on the table as Mitch continued to tell me what they had told him about the new job.
He said, “I told them that I couldn’t give them an answer until I talked to my boyfriend first.”
I asked, “You told them about us?”
He nodded, “Yes, I wasn’t going to lie.”
I asked, “What did they say when you said you had a boyfriend?”
Mitch said, “The guy from San Francisco just smiled and said that there is a very accepting and active gay community out there.”
I chuckled, “Yeah, I guess I have heard about that too.”
He took my hand, “Jack, I will not make a decision about this before we talk it over. This affects both of us, I want to know how you feel.”
I squeezed his hand, “I really like my job here, but I love you. Go to California next week and when you get back, we can talk about it.”
He smiled and gave me a kiss, “Thank you, I love you too.”
We talked about it every day until Mitch left for the airport. It was all I could think about at work on Wednesday. Mitch was flying halfway across the country and when he got back on Friday, our lives could change forever.
I have never been to California, and to be honest, I have never had the urge to go. Growing up in a small town, I was used to thousands of people, not hundreds of thousands. I hated traffic in this town; how would I ever get used to it in a real city? By the end of the day, I had talked myself into and out of moving away at least a dozen times.
On the drive home from work, I thought about my family. I had never lived more than an hour away from them. I wouldn’t be able to drive home on a whim; it would now require much more planning. What about Alex and Josh. Mitch and I still visit them once a week. I know that is a silly reason for not taking a job, but that is where my brain went.
Yep, I am overthinking everything again, always imagining the worst. There is aways the chance that this could be a good thing. Why could I not think of anything good about this move?
I ate my dinner and took my shower and waited for Mitch to call. He was going to call as soon as he got checked into his hotel. With the two-hour time difference, it was almost eleven before my phone rang.
He asked, “I didn’t wake you did I?”
I said, “No, I stayed awake waiting for your call.”
He said, “The team leader picked me up at the airport and took me out to eat before he dropped me off at the hotel. Sorry.”
I chuckled, “Don’t be sorry, I understand. How was your flight?”
Mitch sighed, “It was fine. I’m just trying to get used to the time difference. We ate at 7:00, but my body said it was 9:00. I’m tired, but I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
We talked for a bit longer and after he heard me yawn, Mitch told me to go to bed. He will call me again tomorrow night and let me know how his meetings went. He was also going to get a tour of the building he would be working in, and they had even lined up a few apartments for him to look at. We both said we loved each other as we hung up the phone and I crawled into bed. I sighed; Mitch was not the only one that wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.
I went to work on Thursday, and just like the day before, my head really wasn’t in the game. My mind kept thinking about what Mitch was doing and if he was going to accept the job. Would he come home and say that he already had an apartment rented and that he would be leaving in two weeks. I was even considering quitting my job, just to give Bob as much notice as possible.
Bob noticed how distracted I was, and asked what was going on. I stopped short of quitting but told him about Mitch’s job offer.
He asked, “Are you thinking about moving to California with Mitch if takes the job?”
I sighed, “I don’t know. We are going to talk about it when he gets home tomorrow.”
Bob smiled, “Jack, you need to do what is best for you and Mitch. You have a job here as long as you want it, and I don’t want to see you leave. But I can see how happy he makes you, if that means you leave, I understand. Just remember, if you move to California and ever move back here, you have a job waiting for you.”
I said, “Thanks Bob, I appreciate that. I’ll keep you posted.”
I went home at the end of the day and waited for Mitch to call. It was a little earlier tonight, and I just listened to him tell me about all the people he was meeting. I couldn’t get a good read on what he was thinking. I wanted Mitch to do what was best for him, so I didn’t offer any more than just the occasional chuckle or “that’s nice” as he talked.
This time I heard him yawn and told him we should both get to bed. He agreed and told me that he would be home tomorrow afternoon and wanted me to come to his place after I got off work. I knew we would have a lot to talk about so I told him I would be there and that I love him. It was another sleepless night.
I sat at my desk the next morning, the clock really seemed to be crawling today. Mitch’s flight was due to land at a little after 2, he was going to call me as soon as he got back to his apartment. A little after 3, my phone rang and I was thrilled that Mitch was back.
I said, “I’ll be there as soon as I am done here.”
Bob was walking by my desk, he asked, “Is Mitch home?”
I nodded with a big dopey grin on my face. He chuckled, “Tell him you’ll be there in 15 minutes, you might as well leave for the day. I’m not going to get any work out of you anyway.”
I grinned, “Thanks Bob.” I spoke into the phone again, “Mitch, I’m leaving work now, I’ll see you soon.”
I cleared my desk quickly and said, “I’m sorry I’ve been worthless the last couple of days, Bob. I’ll let you know how things go Monday morning.”
He nodded, “Just do what’s right for you guys. Good luck.”
As I walked into Mitch’s apartment, he yelled, “I’m in the bedroom unpacking.”
I walked down the hallway; he greeted me at the door with a big kiss.
He sighed as we broke our kiss, “I really missed you.”
I forced a smile, “I missed you too.”
I didn’t like the look on Mitch’s face, I just knew he had bad news.
I asked, “So, how was San Francisco?”
Mitch let out a deep breath, “It was awful.”
“What do mean?”
He took my hand and we walked out to the living room to sit on the couch. He began, “First of all, the traffic is freaking nuts. Then the three apartments I looked at were either too expensive or unlivable. The only one that I would even consider renting cost so much that it would take nearly all of the raise that they are giving me to afford it. And don’t even get me started on the people that I would have to work with.”
I asked, “Why, what were they like?”
Mitch ran his hands through his hair, “I never saw one of them smile, the entire time I was there. Every one of them was so afraid that one of the others was after their job. I honestly don’t know how they ever get any actual work done. They all just looked so miserable.”
“What did the HR guys say?”
He chuckled, “He just gave me the ‘we’re one big happy family’ spiel. I think he is completely clueless. Jack, I don’t care how much money they offer, I just can’t see myself working there. Honestly, the only good thing about that place was the weather.”
I asked, “Does this mean you aren’t taking the job?”
He shook his head, “I would rather be broke and happy, than rich and miserable.”
I was so relieved, but I didn’t want to tell Mitch that. I said, “I’m sure you can find a job around here, if that is what you want.”
He gave me a kiss, “Deep down, that is all I ever wanted. I guess I had to see how good I have it here to help me make my mind.”
I smiled, “Are you really sure this is what you want?”
He answered with another kiss and chuckled, “Absolutely. I might have to come to your place for dinner every night. If I don’t find a job, I may not be able to afford groceries in a few months.”
I laughed, “You are welcome to come over anytime.” I paused for moment, then said, “I may have a way that both of us can save a little money.”
Mitch grinned, “It’s not that bad, I do have some money saved, so I should be fine.”
I asked, “Do you even want to hear my idea?”
He furrowed his brow, “Okay, sure, I would love to hear your idea.”
I asked, “So, if you had taken that job and we both moved to California, would we have shared an apartment?”
I could see Mitch thinking, “Well, I guess so… I hadn’t thought through everything just yet…But…”
I said, “We could do that here too, you know?”
He asked, “Do you want us to move in together?”
I asked, “What you think about that?”
He grinned, “I have wanted to for a while now, but you never brought it up, so…”
I shook my head, “I’m bringing it up now.”
Mitch gave me a big kiss and said, “Can we move this weekend?”
I laughed and said, “We can decide that after I help you finish unpacking, starting with the clothes that you’re wearing.”
Mitch’s lease was up in two months, so we decided to move into my place. We decided what furniture we wanted to keep and sold the rest. Mitch got a call two weeks after his trip to California from one of his old co-workers. He offered Mitch a job with his new company, the money wasn’t as good as the California job, but it was more than his last job. So, we considered it a win.
We got Mitch all settled in and we couldn’t have been happier. Of course, that is never a good sign. A month later, I felt a lump on my lower back. A week of my neurotic brain imagining the worse, turned out to be me overthinking everything again. It was just a cyst that was easily removed and I was fine. Through all the doctor’s visits and my worrying, Mitch just calmly reassured me that everything would be okay. He asked the doctor all the right questions and was at my side through the entire ordeal.
Six months after my health scare, I arrived home after work to see the hall leading to our apartment underwater. Our landlord was inside with the plumber that was fixing the broken pipe. Our entire apartment was soaked; I just knew all of our furniture was ruined. Mitch got home a few minutes later, he just laughed and said, “Let’s change clothes and grab a mop.”
We spent the rest of night cleaning and a week in a hotel to let the apartment dry out. The next month was chaos with workers replacing drywall and flooring. Of course, the landlord’s insurance company was fighting with our renter’s insurance company over who was going to pay for what. Again, I just knew neither was ever going to pay and Mitch and would have to foot the bill.
Mitch simply made all the phone calls that were needed to get things ironed out. Our landlord even told us not to pay rent for the two months that it took to get our place back in order. It was just an old pipe, no one did anything wrong, so we just needed to work together. Mitch remaining calm is what got everyone through the mess.
I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I was sure I would never have been able to handle things as well as Mitch did.
The next year was 1999, Mitch and I were both busy at work making sure our companies computers were Y2K compliant. I believed all news reports that were saying the world would end at midnight on December 31st. Mitch just laughed and as he had done countless times since we had been together, told me to just relax.
When New Year’s Eve arrived, we decided to spend the night at home, just the two of us. Mitch laughed and said, “Since the power grid is going down and planes are going to fall from the sky, we just as well stay home and die in each other’s arms.”
I shook my head, “You’re making fun of me aren’t you?”
He smiled, “I just want to bring in the new year alone with the man that I love.”
We tried another new recipe for our intimate dinner and after we ate we had our VHS tapes ready for a little movie marathon. We were snuggled on the couch watching all three Indiana Jones movies. It was our favorite series, and we had already seen them countless times. About halfway through the second movie, our hands began to wander, and we were soon making out like a couple of horny teenagers in the back of the movie theater.
I picked up the remote and shut the VCR off. I said, “I think our bed might be more comfortable.”
He grinned, “You might be right. Shall we go find out?”
We left a trail of clothes down the hall to our bedroom. We fell onto the bed each taking the other’s cock in our mouths. I will never get tired of sucking Mitch’s manhood, and I also will never tire of him sucking mine. I swear it tasted better every time. We both let our fingers find the other’s hole as we slurped on the magnificent pole in front of us.
We moved for another long passionate kiss, I rolled Mitch onto his back as I lay on top of him, our leaking cocks pressed against each other. I began to kiss his neck and chest, stopping to give his pert nipples some special attention. Mitch moaned as I went from one to the other. I continued down his fur covered abs only pausing at his naval to give it a little loving with my tongue. More moans from Mitch, I have always paid attention and knew what he liked.
I cleaned the new drop of precum from his broad purple cockhead before I went down to lick and suck the fur covered nuts that I have come to love so much. With Mitch’s cock in one hand, I proceeded under those nuts, to his taint and finally reached the warm moist pucker that I was suddenly craving.
Mitch pulled his legs up, just as my tongue made its first attempt to penetrate his hole. Being granted access, my tongue went into overdrive, bringing out more moans from Mitch. I released his dick so that I had both hands free to spread those hairy cheeks and go even deeper in his hole. Mitch pulled his legs up further, raising his ass further into the air so that I could continue leaving my spit and slobber all over his hole. There was so much more I wanted to do to that hole.
Mitch groaned, “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to…”
I grinned, “You are going to what?”
He panted, “Just fuck me, please.”
I chuckled, “Since you asked so nicely.”
I gave his hole one more lick and positioned myself for what was to come next. My lips locked on Mitch’s lips as I slowly started to push in. Mitch released all the air in his lungs into my mouth; I finished pushing in and returned his air. We kept kissing as I started to saw in and out, slowly working up to speed.
Mitch grabbed my ass, pulling me in deeper with every thrust. His ass felt so good wrapped around my cock. If the world was going to end tonight, I couldn’t think of a better way to go out. I felt my love juices starting to churn, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I panted, “I’m going to cum.”
Mitch groaned, “Yes, fill me with your baby makers.”
That was all I needed to hear, my cock began to spasm as my seed shot to the deep recesses of Mitch’s guts. My body went limp after the last rope of cum had been liberated from my nuts. We kissed until I started to come down from my orgasmic high.
He said, “Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me off of him and grinned, “Sit on my cock.”
I scanned his sexy body and stopped when I got to the erect piece of meat that was pointing at the ceiling. I was not going to refuse an invitation like that. I threw my leg over Mitch’s stomach and leaned back, impaling myself on his pole. Mitch grabbed my hips as I started to bounce up and down. His eyes rolled back in his head each time my ass smashed his nuts, and he hit my sweet spot.
My own cock was starting to come back to life with every stroke, I wrapped my hand around it as I continued to ride Mitch. His breath became ragged as he said, “I’m going to breed your tight ass.”
I groaned, “Yes, do it.”
Seconds later we were both shaking and a felt the warmth of Mitch’s seed spreading through my body. My own cock leaked out another small load across his stomach, and I collapsed on top of him. We shared another passionate kiss, and I rolled next to Mitch.
Mitch looked at the clock on our nightstand and chuckled, “Happy New Year. 12:08 and the world didn’t explode.”
I sighed, “Okay, I overthink everything, I know.”
He gave me a kiss and said, “That’s why I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I stared into his eyes as I thought about the last couple of years. Mitch almost moved out of state, us moving in together, my little health scare and our flooded apartment. Every time something new came up, I knew it was going to be too much, and Mitch was going to leave. He just stayed calm, cool and collected and he helped me work through it all.
He was able to keep me from completely melting down. He has no idea how much or how many times he has saved me from my own insecurities.
My eyes had never left his, I asked, “What are you doing for the rest of your life?”
Without any hesitation, he replied, "Spending it with you.”
***
…I am so glad that you are starting to realize that all those things that freak you out are simply what most other people call, life. Mitch is a good influence on you, continue to lean on him. You may not know it yet, but he is leaning on you too. He will never tell you that he actually loved it in San Francisco but knew you would hate it. His love for you was worth giving up that job, he has never regretted it either.
The fact that he answered your last question without even thinking about it should prove how much he does care about you. Just as much as you want to spend the rest of your life with him, he wants to do the same with you. For gay couples in the year 2000, making that commitment doesn’t look like it does for straight couples. You guys will have to figure out how you choose to keep that promise to each other.
To be Continued…
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