Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 21:29:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Searching for Love" Chapter 5

TO THE READER:

This story is fiction.  The subject is male to male sexual activity.  If
this is subject matter you are prohibited from reading where you live,
please leave now.

Once again, let me remind you that safe sex is a necessity in these days
where AIDS is not the most dangerous sexually-transmitted disease you can
catch.

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Searching for Love

Chapter 5

    Two men awoke in Owen's bed, Owen and Walter.  They kissed.  Owen
reluctantly drew his arms back and said to Walter, "Time to get up.  I'll
make the coffee while you take your shower and shave."  Owen walked rapidly
to the kitchen, filled the coffee maker with coffee and water, turned on
the power, and headed back to the bathroom.  Walter had finished showering
and had lathered his face, and was already shaving.

    Owen was careful not to jiggle Walter as he used the blade to scrape
away the whiskers.  He did look into the mirror Walter was using, and said,
"It is certainly nice to have such a fine looking, sexy man sharing this
apartment, and our bed."

    Owen climbed into the shower and began to bathe his body.  When he
finished, Walter had finished shaving and cleaning off the shaving soap.
He gave Owen a kiss and said, "I'll go dress now, but first I'll bring you
some coffee."  He left, returned with the coffee and kissed Owen't now
slightly shaving soap covered lips.  Then he went to get dressed.

    Walter returned, now dressed, and Owen told him they were right on
schedule, and asked Walter to give him a couple of minutes to dress.  Both
dressed, they locked the apartment door, and headed to the bus stop.  They
were in plenty of time for the next bus.  All those waiting to board paid
their fare and moved to any available seats.  Owen and Walter had to hang
on to straps to keep from being thrown down as the bus lurched along its
route.

    At the entrance to the building, Walter patted Owen's shoulder, though
he wanted to hug and kiss him, and said, "I'll see you at lunch time."  He
left, and Owen prepared the coffee and donuts he expected to sell.  That
morning there were more people coming to buy coffee and donuts.

     At lunch time a man came into the store to buy a sandwich.  He looked
angry, and he said, "Can you believe it?  Some woman tried to sneak a
computer hard drive out of the building in her big purse.  The security
guards found the hard drive, took her away for questioning, then broadcast
that because of her attempted theft, all purses, briefcases and bags would
be searched when people try to leave the building.  They also announced
that anyone who tried to steal property, data or trade secrets would be
fired immediately, and would not be elegible for severance pay.  Here we
all are, getting a measly month's severance pay, and there are no jobs out
there."  He took his sandwich and left, still mumbling.

    Walter came down and repeated much the same story, adding that the
department managers were required to do an inventory, and everybody's desk
would be searched.  Things started appearing on desk tops before the
search.  Because of the search of all people leaving the building, he would
probably have to work until 5:30 p.m.  Owen would have to go home without
him.

    Owen's workday continued until closing time, 4 p.m.  Once again, he
counted out the money, put it in the floor safe for pickup by the bank's
courier, then headed home.  He was under no pressure to prepare a quick
meal, for Walter wouldn't be home for another hour and a half.  He stopped
at John's apartment to ask what time the rehearsal Thursday night began.
John told him 7 p.m.  Owen invited John to dinner Thursday night.

    "Oh," Owen added, "I've got a new room mate.  Yesterday a man, his name
is Walter, came into my store to ask for directions for a bus to take him
to that apartment house across the street.  He said he was hired to be a
security guard at my builidng, and one of the men who worked there had been
renting him a room.  The man was having to move very soon, and wanted
Walter to move so he could pack up.

    "I led him to the bus, showed him the building where he had the
interview, then told him, if he wished, to come to my apartment when the
interview was done.  Fifteen minutes later he showed up at my door.  He
told me that man with the room to rent had interviewed him thoroughly, then
showed him the room for rent.  It was dirty, small and unpleasant.  I told
him I had a guest room that rarely got used.  He wanted to see it, liked
it, and wanted to rent it.  We settled on the rent, he paid me, we finished
the iced tea I had served him, then went to collect his things.  In two
hours I had him all moved in.

    "He likes to cook!  I had a casserole all ready, so I heated that up,
he made a salad.  We had dinner together.  It was nice.  What made it even
better was that we were both sweaty when we got his things moved in, so he
took a shower while I started on dinner.  He came out wrapped in a towel,
and told me he doesn't like to wear clothes at home.  As I left to take my
shower, I told him nudity was fine with me except when I had guests.  He
made the salad while I showered.  I came back to the kitchen nude, and he
decided to take off his towel.  He's gorgeous!

    "After dinner, we talked a bit, then we went to my bedroom where he
made love.  That's the only way to describe it.  He slept in my bed,
wrapped around me last night.  It was wonderful."

    John began to hum, then sang an early Frank Sinatra hit:

    I fall in love too easily.
    I fall in love too fast.
    I fall in love too terribly hard
    for love to ever last.

    My heart should be well schooled
    for I've been fooled in the past,
    and yet I fall in love too easily....

    "I know, John.  I've told myself to enjoy this romance for as long as
it lasts, and not to put all my hopes on it.  So long as it lasts, I shall
enjoy it.  `See you tomorrow at 6 p.m."

    Owen was just finishing up the last of the cooking chores for dinner
when Walter arrived home, laughing and shouting, "Honey, I'm home," and
coming into the kitchen to wrap his arms around Owen and kiss him
passionately.

    "Down, boy, down," Owen said, "you've got time for a shower, then
dinner will be ready.  I'll hear about your day later, honey."  Walter went
into his bedroom, stripped, went to the bathroom and took a good hot
shower.

    He came into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Owen, and said,
"What's with the clothes you're wearing?"

    "Oh," Owen replied, "I stopped by John's to find out what time the
choir rehearsal is tomorrow night, to invite him to dinner before the
rehearsal, and to tell him about you.  Then I came home, started dinner,
and haven't even thought about nudity, but I'll be happy to strip for you
now," and he began to strip and move his body sensuously for Walter's
enjoyment.  Walter hugged the now nude Owen, rubbed their bodies together,
and kissed Owen.

    "Sweetie, we have dinner all ready.  Let's eat before it gets cold.  I
do love your physical side," Owen said with a big sight.

    Dinner was served, eaten, and the dishes and pots and pans done, and
the coffee poured out for both men.  They moved to the sofa, and Owen asked
Walter to tell him how the afternoon went.

    Walter smiled a weak smile and said, "After the police came to take the
thief away, everything got quiet.  There was very little conversation.  At
the end of the day, the people leaving the building opened their purses,
bags, etc., willingly.  The exit took less time than I expected.

    "My boss commented on the long day I had put in, and told me to start
at 7 a.m. tomorrow, take an hour for lunch, then leave at 4 p.m, so we'll
be able to go to work and come home together.  Gee, I sure like the word
"home."  I like coming home to this home, and particularly with you here.
And, yes, I like to cum when we make love.  I hope we can do that tonight."

    "Of course we can make love tonight.  Do you think I'm going to pass up
lovemaking with such a wonderful man as you?" Owen said.  They finished
their coffee, rinsed the mugs, and headed to the bathroom to brush teeth,
empty bladders as necessary, then climb into bed.

    This night Walter was in bed before Owen.  He reached out his arms to
Owen as he approached the bed, and said, "Honey.  Would you like to top me
tonight?"

    Owen shook his head and said, "Not tonight, sweetie.  I haven't had
enough of your lovemaking yet.  I need to feel you inside me tonight."

    "Fine," said Walter, as he began to attack Owen's body with his tongue,
starting at his ears, his chin, his chest, chewing on his nipples, licking
down to his cock, his balls, and finally through his perineum to his ass.
Enough saliva was deposited around the hole to assure a comfortable passage
of Walter's cock into Owen's hole.

      "Fuck me, Sweetie.  I want to feel you exploring my ass as a
spelunker would investigate a dark cave.  Let your cock wander around,
touching all parts of my ass."  Walter pushed his cock into Owen's
welcoming ass, and began to move into all the places his 8" hard cock could
reach.  "Oh, Sweetie, that's marvelous.  You've brought light into this
dark place.  Open me up fully.  Yes, that's it.  You've found my prostate,
my magic button.  Now keep caressing it with your strong, hard cock."
Walter did, and soon both came in lusty spurts.  Walter's were all secreted
in Owen's ass.  Owen did well for the both of them as he covered his chest
with cum.

    They lay quiet for a few moments, then Walter said, "I love making love
to you.  You are so active that it enhances my lovemaking.  I'm not alone,
just fucking somebody.  I'm making love to an active man with a great ass."

    At last, Walter rose up from Owen's body, got a wash cloth to clean him
up, and himself, and a towel to dry both off.  He took the wet things to
the bathroom, then returned.  Soon they kissed, and settled in for the
night.


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