Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 20:02:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Searching for Love" Chapter 4

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Searching for Love

Chapter 4

    Owen had begun taking inventory Monday, and Tuesday required more
inventory taking.  Business picked up a bit with more donuts, coffee and
sandwiches being sold.  Owen could already see certain inventory items
which would never sell, and ought to be returned to the warehouse even
before the store closed on the last day.

    Some of the inventory items hadn't sold at all in the time they had sat
on shelves or hung from prominently displayed hooks.  He made a mental note
to ask about sales of those items in other stores when he began training in
the office in two weeks.

    Training.  Owen thought about learning how to supervise the store
operators.  He didn't know any of them, and wondered how they would feel
being passed over for the supervisor's job.  Sure, he knew how to run his
little store.  He'd done it for years.  But, could he learn how to do the
planning and hiring for new employees, and their training?  Could he
anticipate the needs for stocking the shelves?  He just told the office
what he needed, and they sent it.  Could he stay ahead in stocking?  Could
he guess what would sell rapidly, and what would take longer times to sell?

    All these questions were in his mind as he continued taking inventory.
He heard the bell that sounded when the door had been opened.  He turned
and saw a handsome man enter.  He was easily six feet tall, slender, a
well-trimmed blonde mustache which matched his medium length blond hair.
Even before Owen could see the color of his eyes, Owen felt his cock begin
to grow.

    "Excuse me.  Could you tell me about the buses to," and he named the
area where Owen lived.  "I want to look at an apartment, actually a room
at," and he named Owen's street and the building across from Owen's
apartment.  The man explained that he was renting a room from a man who
worked in the building, but who would be moving out of town shortly.  This
man needed to find a room soon, and hopefully it would be close to the bus
route to this building.  He explained that he was a security guard, and he
had been hired to work at the building even before it was emptied, then
stay on to provide security.

    Owen stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Owen Jones.  I live across
the street from the place you want to see.  I can take you there if you can
wait a few minutes.  I shouldn't shut the store down before 4 p.m."

    The other man took Owen's hand and shook it, saying, "Thank you.  I'm
Walter, Walter Wilson.  I don't mean to cause you any trouble."

    "No trouble at all," Owen said, as he continued to shake Walter's hand
until they both realized it was too long.  "Why don't you have a seat here,
on my chair, as I finish up this inventory list?"

    "Could you tell me where the men's room is?  I need to take a leak
bad," Walter asked.

    Owen pointed to the blue sign just inside the corporation's front door.
Walter left rapidly.  Owen carefully counted the cash in the register, put
it into the bank bag, and locked it into the floor safe.  Tomorrow the bank
courier would come collect it.

    As Owen finished the closing chores, Walter returned.  Owen asked him
to wait outside while he turned off the lights, set the alarm, and locked
the door.  Together they walked to the bus stop.

    On the bus they did the usual question and answer bit about where they
were from, what they had been doing, and what they hoped for soon.  It was
the usual dialogue that two men do when they first meet in a public place.
Owen would have liked to put his arms around this fine looking man, and to
hug him.  Then, he would like to strip him and see his body free of
clothing.  Of course, he couldn't say this to Walter, having just met him,
nor in a public place like the bus.

    When they got off the bus, Owen pointed out the building Walter wanted
to visit.  He also invited Walter back to his apartment.  Fifteen minutes
later, Walter showed up at Owen's apartment.  He looked unhappy.  He had
met the tenant of the apartment who had a room to rent.  The tenant was
nice enough.  After a lengthy interview, the tenant showed Walter the room.
It was dirty, small, and not at all pleasant.  He wouldn't want to come
home to that room, so he thanked the tenant and left.

    At Owen's apartment, Walter was greeted with the offer of some iced
tea.  He accepted, and sat down on the sofa while Owen poured the tea.
Owen brought two kinds of sugar, real and imitation.  He apologized that
the had no lemons in the house.  Walter said he didn't need sugar or a
lemon.

    "In fact, I just had a lemon.  The apartment I went to see across the
street has a second bedroom, the one the tenant wants to rent, that's
dirty, small and dismal.  I can't imagine going there at the end of a hard
day of work.  So, I guess I'll have to start looking all over.  And, with
my room mate wanting to move at once, I've got to get going."

    "What are you looking for in a room?  I have a guest room that stands
empty.  I rarely have anyone visit.  Come, follow me.  Let's see if this is
anywhere near what you need."

    Walter followed Owen into the guest room, and was pleased to see that
it was spotless, full of light from two windows that looked over a park,
and had a large closet.

    "I'm sorry, but there's only one bathroom, so we would have to share
it.  Same with the kitchen and the living room.  Do you cook?" Walter
asked.

    "I love to cook.  My room mate expects me to eat all my meals out, and
it's taking a lot of my income to eat.  I am also a better cook than any of
the cooks in the restaurants I can afford."

    "I cook," said Owen, "but nobody would call me a great cook.  If you
would like to share the cooking, it would certainly make it easier on both
of us."

    Walter was delighted, and asked Owen how much the rent would be.  Owen
thought a while, then asked, "Can you manage $100 a week?  And we would
split the cost of the food."

    Walter almost shouted, "We're on."  He put his arms around Owen, and
gave him a hug.  Owen felt his strong, lean body pressed against Owen's,
and his cock began to swell.  Owen sat down on the sofa, and Walter sat
beside him.

    "When do you want to move in?" Walter asked.

    "I'd like to move as soon as I can so my room mate can do his packing.
Could I move in tonight or tomorrow?  I don't have a car, so I'd have to
get a taxi to take a couple of loads.  I only have my clothes, and not a
lot of them, my uniforms, some books and CDs."

    "I have a car, and we might as well finish our tea, then go get your
things."  Walter counted out $100 to Owen, and Owen reached into his pocket
for the extra door key he had picked up in the kitchen.  "Your key to this
apartment opens the front door to the building.  I'll have to bring your
mail in for you.  I don't have a spare key to the mail box, and I don't
think I'm allowed to make one."

    The trip to Walter's temporary home was quick.  All of his things fit
easily in Owen's car on the back seat and in the trunk.  In less than two
hours, everything was loaded and then unloaded into Walter's new bedroom.

    "We're both smelling a little gamey.  Would you like to take a shower
while I'm starting dinner?  Use the yellow towels." Walter advised.

    Walter headed into his bedroom to strip and find his toiletries to put
in the bathroom.  Owen wished he could follow Walter into his bedroom, or,
even better, into the bathroom, but he knew he might get into trouble over
that.  He didn't need to have any more fights, or collect any more battle
scars.

    In about ten minutes, Walter appeared in the kitchen with just a towel
wrapped around his torso.  "May I help with the dinner preparations?  I
hope you don't mind, but I prefer not to wear clothes at all, and my body
hasn't really dried yet."

    Owen smiled and said, "You don't have to wear clothes in this apartment
if you don't want to, unless we have guests.  I don't know how some of my
friends would handle seeing nudity.  I'll go take my shower, and you can
fix the salad, if you wish.  All the things are there on the counter by the
sink.  I'll just be a few minutes."

    Owen walked rapidly into his bedroom stripped off his clothes, put them
in the hamper, and strode nude into the bathroom.  Walter was facing the
salad project, and didn't see Owen's nude body.  Then, minutes later, Owen
returned to the kitchen nude, and was surprised that Walter was still
wearing the towel.  "I thought you preferred to be nude at home," Owen
said.

    Walter looked Owen up and down, and said, "Well, that is certainly a
nice way to be greeted by my new room mate.  I'll have to join you," and he
pulled the towel off his torso and hung it around his neck.

    Owen gasped he saw Walter's equipment.  His cock was long, probably
about seven inches soft.  His balls hung down behind his cock, probably
each the size of a small egg.  Surrounding them was blonde pubic hair.  He
was gorgeous.

    "I'll just put the casserole in the microwave, and we'll be ready to
eat.  I hope you like chicken divan."

    "I'm sure I'll like anything you do....I mean, anything you cook," said
Walter.

    Owen had set the table, so all that needed to be done was refill the
iced tea glasses, bring the salad and its servers to the table, cut a
couple of rounds of French bread for each man, and bring it to the table.
The microwave buzzed to tell that the casserole was hot.  "Voila!" Owen
said in his fractured French, "we are ready to eat."

    Walter and Owen sat at the small round dining table, first feet
touching and withdrawn, then legs touching and left in place.  Walter asked
Owen, "Would you mind if I say a blessing?  I'm not always going to want to
say one at every meal, but today I have been much blessed, and I need to
give thanks."

    "Sure," said Owen.  "I've got a new room mate who is already pleasant
to be with.  I'm sure, as we get to know one another better, we'll enjoy
living together."

    The meal was accompanied by general conversation about their jobs,
their friends and their hobbies.  Walter, being new to the town, had no
friends yet.  Owen volunteered to be his first new friend.  Owen told
Walter about the church choir that Owen had just joined.  He remembered
that there was a rehearsal Thursday night.  "Would you like to come?  You
don't have to sing.  It's a friendly group.  We go to a restaurant after
church on Sunday.  I guess, being an evening rehearsal, we'll all go home
afterwards.  You don't have to decide now.  You can think about it."

    "It sounds like fun.  I haven't sung in a choir since I was in grade
school.  I was the littlest angel in the Christmas Pageant, and just
slipped into the children's choir.  I haven't been to church in years,"
Walter said.

    "I don't know much about this new church.  I grew up in a family that
went to church Sunday morning and evening, and the young people had to go
to a youth program every Sunday afternoon.  We all went Wednesday evening.
I never heard anything that would make me want to go back.  It was all hate
and threats.  Who would want to worship such an unloving god?

    "The church where my friend John goes, and where I'm going to sing,
seems to be very different.  Nobody talks about hating gays, or wanting to
hurt them.  They seem to be just a warm, loving group of men and women...
Oh, one thing you've got to watch out for is the single women.  When they
see a single man, they all descend on him and try to date him.  I think
you'd better stay with me and the rest of the men."

    Walter laughed and said, "I'm lucky to have a defender, particularly
one who will defend me from those dangerous widows and other single women.
Let me clear the table.  Do you like coffee after dinner?"

    "Yes, I usually don't make a pot just for myself.  It will be a treat
to have coffee before going to work, and at night, after dinner.  Let's do
the dishes together," Owen said as he stood up, revealing a substantial
erection.

    Walter stood up and displayed a nice, hard cock.  "We seem to have
gotten friendlier already."  They cleared the table Owen started the coffee
pot brewing, rinsed the dishes, got the dishpan full of sudsy water, and
handed the washed and rinsed dishes to Walter to dry.  "Just dry them, and
I'll show you where everything goes," he said while reaching in front of
Walter and rubbing his backside against Walter's hard cock.  "Sorry."

    "No apology necessary.  It felt good," Walter replied.  Walter moved
behind Owen and brought his arms around Owen's chest, pulling their two
bodies together.  His cock pushed against Owen's ass, sliding toward the
crack.

    "You'd better hold off on that before I drop and break something.
Let's finish the dishes and drink some coffee."  With the prospect of
something nice happening, they both finished their chores.  Owen poured the
coffee into two mugs, asking what Walter would like in his coffee.

    "I usually take my coffee black, but tonight I might like to take a bit
of your semen to add flavor."

    "Not yet, you handsome man.  Let's drink our coffee and find out a bit
more about each other.

    "As a starter, I handle food, so I am tested each month for
sexually-transmitted diseases.  I've only been fucked once in the last six
months, and that was really a rape by a guy wearing a condom.  How about
you?"

    "Owen, I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't had sex with anyone in
more than six months, and the companies I've worked for require regular STD
testing.  I know I'm clean."

    "Good.  I just wanted to make it clear where we stand if we do decide
to do anything together," Owen said.  "Do you want any more coffee?  If
not, I'll empty the pot and rinse it and our cups.  Do you have to work
tomorrow?"

    "Yes, I need to be there at 7 a.m. each day the office workers are
there.  So, tomorrow I need to be up early."

    "I need to be at the store by 7 a.m., so we can go to work together.
In fact, we're showered, so we can head to bed now."  Owen took Walter's
hand and led him into Owen's bedroom.  He turned the covers back, wrapped
his arms around Walter and gave him a passionate kiss while rubbing his
body against Walter.  Walter responded by rubbing also, then inviting Owen
to get into bed first.

    Once Owen was lying on his back, Walter leaned over and licked Owen's
cock and balls.  He climbed into the bed, and lay down upon Owen, rubbing
cocks together while kissing passionately.  His hands sought out Owen's
nipples, gently caressing them, then more forcefully when Owen said, "Oh,
yes.  Rub them hard, pinch them, bite them."  Walter did, then moved down
to Owen's groin, caressing his balls first, then licking his cock.  "Fuck
me.  Fuck me, please.  I've wanted to feel you inside me since I saw you
this morning."

    Walter raised Owen's legs to his shoulders, then moved down to lick
Owen's perineum, giving that little area behind his balls a thorough
licking.  He moved on to Owen's ass, which was clean from the recent
shower.  He pulled the ass cheeks apart and licked around the hole in
diminishing circles.  When he reached the hole, he licked up and down a few
times, then placed the tip of his tongue on the hole and pushed.  Owen
jumped, as much as a man with his legs over his lover's shoulders can jump.
"Oh, yes.  My ass is hungry for your cock.  Push it in and give me a hard
fucking.  I want you to drill me hard."

    Walter pushed his cock into Owen's very wet hole.  It slipped in
easily.  Owen let loose with a humming sound.  Walter figured that was a
call to go deep, and he did.  He pushed his cock into Owen's hole until he
had buried it in Owen's ass.  His pubic hair was pushed smack up to Owen's
perineum.

    Once entered, Walter began to pump his cock into Owen's ass, then
removed it all the way until just the head remained buried in the ass.  His
long-dicking excited Owen more, and soon he was breathing hard and
repeating, "I'm getting close, I'm getting close.  I'm cumming!"  Owen's
cock let fly a burst of cum, followed by another and another, till it had
shot at least six times.  The first burst hit Owen's lips, a lucky shot,
then they fell closer and closer to his cock, leaving a nice puddle of cum
on his torso.

    Owen's climax tightened his sphincter around Walter's cock, forcing him
to accept a climax sooner than he wished.  He filled Owen's ass with at
least seven shots.  As his cock emptied, Owen's spinchter released pressure
on the cock that brought such pleasure.  Careful to keep buried in Owen's
ass, Walter leaned forward and kissed Owen.  Too soon his cock slid out of
Owen's ass.  Walter released Owen's legs, and lay down upon him, kissing
and caressing him, then asking him, "How was that for you?

    Owen swallowed, then croaked out, "That was wonderful.  It's not often
that a man can fuck the cum out of my cock when I haven't touched it.  Your
cock just seems to have my number.  Thank you."

    "I ought to thank you.  For being the sexy man you are, for letting me
make love to you, for taking me in when I was desperate for a place to
live.  Now I know I am truly blessed.  I have a home and a good man to
share my love.

     "You stay there," he said, as he got off Owen, "while I get a wash
cloth to clean you up and a towel to dry you off."  Owen could hear the
water running in the bathroom long enough to dampen a wash cloth, and to
clean Walter's cock.  Walter returned to clean up the cum on Owen's chest
and stomach, then carefully reach in to empty the cum from Owen's ass.

    Once cleaned up, Owen said, "Would you mind sleeping with me tonight?
I need to brush my teeth, then I want to feel your arms around me, your
body against mine, and know that I am truly blessed."

    Both men brushed their teeth, emptied their bladders, then returned to
Owen's bed.  As Owen had asked, Walter wrapped his arms around Owen, pulled
him close, and they soon slept.

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