HARBORSIDE 11.30.19 A Tale of Two Men by Mike Austin
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The sofa routine played out after their Sunday meal and kitchen got cleaned up. Jack took in Sam's sofa prep bed-conversion, this time no delay in stripping to bare ass and climbing under the covers. As he climbed the stairs, Jack wondered how long he could keep away from Sam? He could almost smell his scent, imagined him after a hard day at the warehouse, the hard muscles taut in his jeans and T, the scent of his covers after a night sleep, commingled with the fireplace scent, it would be a masculine, heady blend indeed. Jack quickly dropped off to sleep after a quick J/O session that brought him relief and relaxation. His thick slightly curved cock escaped the constraint of his jeans as he had stripped for bed. An amazing amount of precum had soaked his boxers as they were shed and his own hard pecs and nips stood out firmly, awaiting attention from his hands, fingers and thumbs. Then there were his pendulous balls, hanging low and warm, furry and full, eager to be emptied!!!! Jack had made no delay in giving his cock, balls and nips the attention they'd been denied since meeting Sam. He was cautious to guard against the usual bed pounding in his J/O routine for fear of tipping his hand at the sleeping man on the sofa beneath him. Exhausted, he let the cum dry on his hairy torso, which he thought wasn't too bad a shape for 43..... The cum eruption had been intense and sleep soon engulfed him.
Monday arrived early it seemed, but there was that coffee scent again, as Jack made his way downstairs, finding Sam dressed, and coffee ready. "All set for work here", Sam offered. Jack grinned, took a coffee sip, nodded and raised his right index finger to intimate, just give me a sec will ya. Sam grinned, laughed and shook his head, walking to the sofa to reset his bed. Jack, coffee mug in hand, returned upstairs, realized he'd not worn a shirt and wondered if Sam had made any notice of his own torso? He dressed, came back and the two guys headed to the warehouse. While a bit warmer than the weekend, the cool damp fog persisted, and again clung to Sam's wool sweater and the one Jack had opted for in lieu of his P-coat. The two guys looked bulked up in their similar wools. Jack's Aran styled grey wool sweater, fitted his form better and was warm yet practical for working in and out of his office; while Sam's Fisherman's wool sweater was made for laborers. Jack made the rounds introducing Sam to his new co-workers and the ladies in the office; handing Ms. Gale the application form he'd approved for Sam's hire-on. Ms. Gale looked approvingly up and down Sam, smiled a bit and returned to her other work. Later she'd give him some papers to sign and take in that handsome young body again. She wondered to herself, where he'd come from and how long he'd been in Bayside. His application noted no relatives or contacts, other than Jack as a reference; but showed him as divorced. Her nipples hardened at the thought of him. She blushed to herself and re-focused on her paper work.
Lunch rolled round, and Jack summoned Sam to go to the Jaggo's store and get them some sandwiches and a few cinnamon rolls for the office ladies, as was his custom on Mondays. He reminded Sam to just sign the charge ticket and remind Mr. and Mrs. Jaggo about meeting them Sunday. Returning with the sandwiches and dessert rolls, both men downed their sandwiches and Jack teased the office ladies with their now well-expected desserts. The day moved to an end. Sam demonstrated he was a quick-learner even if only on labor and janitorial tasks. The other men clocked out for the day, said their welcomes to Sam again and while some headed to O'Casey's for after work beers, others streamed home to wives, girlfriends or as with Jack and Sam, back to #7. Ms. Gale and the other office ladies had asked Sam if he cared to join them at O'Casey's, but he asked for another date after payday and headed off with Jack down Water, waving to the women as he walked away. "I think you have an admirer in Ms. Gale", noted Jack to Sam; who beamed back, grabbed his crotch, and asked if she was available? Jack filled him in on the 4 office ladies and that Ms. Gale, who'd been divorced 3 times already was ALWAYS available, then laughed aloud. They headed past Branson's Bar, which is where Jack had been Saturday night before meeting Sam, reached Harborside, turned and headed up and into #7.
Sam made for the fireplace. The day had gone from cooler to cold and the dampness seemed to cling everywhere inside the bungalow. Jack sprinted upstairs to pee and retuning back down, found Sam outside taking a leak on the brick pavers out back. He paused, watched the steamy stream arc away from Sam's crotch for what seemed an hour; then ducked into the kitchen. Sam entered the den, apologized for the "pee need" and began a chatter about the day. Excited about his first day, Sam thanked Jack repeatedly for this chance, as they summoned leftovers from Sunday into the oven for warming. The fireplace was slowly warming the den and the oven would warm the kitchen. Sam asked if he could hit the shower first, maybe before supper; Jack was snacking on some chips, nodded yes and waved his arm upstairs. It would be a good 20 minutes before their supper was ready anyway and that would get Sam done and leave plenty time for the aged water heater to do its thing in advance of Jack's own shower. Jack pulled off his sweater, draped it across the stand in the den beside the fireplace to dry, and was going through his few pieces of mail in the kitchen when Sam came down, wrapped in the robe and still drying his hair. "WOW did that feel good and hope I didn't use up all the hot water", uttered Sam. "We'll eat and unwind and by then the water temp will be back up for me; no worries", Jack replied. As Sam bent over to check the oven roast and vegs temp, Jack noted that there was no underwear line showing in Sam's robe. He thought of the soft furry butt and crack that led to the low sack filled with Sam's balls. He wondered if they were full or if he'd jacked off as well last night? "Bout ready" noted Sam of the warmed leftovers. The two men dished heavy plates of food, then made their way to the den and warm fireplace. Again, the comfort of the wood walls, wood smoke, flame and over stuffed leather den chairs, made quite the setting and Jack dreamed briefly about how this was as it should be, just what he'd wanted, had, lost, would try to recapture again.........Was Sam the one?
Their meal finished. Sam took plates and began the clean-up; put away the meager leftovers as Jack posed a question about music. Sam named a few bands, mostly country sorts, Jack winced to himself in the den as he pulled out some classic rock and offered some band names to Sam. They settled on John Fogerty and CCR and soon the sounds of "Proud Mary", "Down on the Bayou" and "Fortunate Son" filled the den. Jack produced a bottle of bourbon, Sam nodded yes while miming an air guitar before the fireplace. Jack mused about why that robe tie couldn't drop free and reveal Sam's Proud Dick.......? Both men polished off a couple of short bourbons then Sam made for his sofa to remake it into his bed while Jack nodded, waved g'night and headed upstairs to shower and hit the sack. In the shower, he stroked slowly at first, then with increased tension and speed. His head engorged, the slit gaped wide as precum coated his thumb and veins roped up, just before orgasm. It was so intense he had to balance one arm against the shower wall as cum drained away. His normal breathing slowly resumed, his face under the shower stream he finished his shower, dried and strode into bed. Again he questioned if he'd been too loud or given away his erotic urge? Had Sam heard? Did he suspect? Sleep came faster that night than last. He woke late, again beat off and shot another thick cumload across his torso, wiped it away with his secret cum towel before returning to a sound sleep, rested, relieved and restored.
The days and weeknights seemed to fall into a routine. The work and afterwork pattern seemed to form a regimen that was very agreeable for Jack. He found his energy level had improved, his focus at work and productivity increased and his after meal/before bedtime "sessions" more and more voluminous. The focus on Sam intrigued, stimulated and sustained the `daddy' in him. Friday, payday and Ms. Gale paged Sam on the speaker system to come to the office. She explained again that his first paycheck would be for the work days Monday through Wednesday only this week, due to him only starting this Monday, but that if he needed extra cash, she could arrange a draw on his next week's pay. Sam paused, then declined the draw, accepting the existing pay amount. He turned, waved the paycheck over his head, wiggled his butt at the ladies in the office as though doing a dance and gave a yelp of joy with paycheck in hand. They laughed at his antics, again Ms. Gale blushed as she felt her nipples harden. Polly the file clerk, had a few sexual comments for them after Sam disappeared and they all giggled again. As Sam returned to work, it suddenly occurred to him that he had no way to cash his check and he knocked on Jack's door to discuss it. Jack was on the phone, looked up, motioned for Sam to come in while he finished the call. Then Sam relayed his question and Jack advised that he could cash his check with Mr. Jaggo for a 10% fee or he could wait to open a bank account on Saturday but they'd hold his funds for a week until the check cleared. Sam realized this first check was meager and wanted to get some cash so he opted to head by Mr. Jaggo after work. With only three days' pay it was a small amount to begin with and Mrs. Jaggo explained the check cashing fee, when Mr. jaggo intervened and suggested they could waive the fee for this small amount this time. Sam grabbed a small basket, went through the store getting some grocery items and such that the two could have for meals, some misc items, asked Mrs. Jaggo if she knew of any sweets that Jack enjoyed, after admitting to wanting to give him a thanks for the job? She told the man of Jack's fondness for her plain chocolate chip cookies, so he asked for a dozen from her counter. As he checked out, he found he'd have enough to pay Jack's sandwich bill for the week, that he'd been charging and did so. Mr. Jaggo noted the account ledger and gave Sam a small receipt for that payment and shook his hand. While meager, he was still left with enough to get him to next payday if he watched his spending. Being on his own for so long, he'd learned to be miserly and do without but this was no time to scrimp on things for Jack he noted.
Returning to #7, bags in his arms, he again knocked at the door. Jack answered and opening the door, found his border, worker, new friend, perhaps more, standing and grinning as he offered forth the two bags and box of cookies. Jack beamed, slapped him on the shoulder then his butt as Sam walked into the kitchen. Sam began unbagging the groceries as Jack clipped the twine from the box to find the chocolate chip cookies from Mrs. Jaggo. He flushed, took one and chowed down on it making yum sounds as he savored the cookie. Sam was delighted, Jack hesitated then reached in his pocket and pulled out the door key and shoved it in Sam's hand. "No more door knocking", Jack instructed. Sam's eyes filled...... "I'm doin supper and KP duty tonight, you kick back with your bourbon and unwind" Sam advised and reaching for the ledger payment receipt, took Jack's hand and slapped the receipt there. Jack read the receipt, looked up, shook his head, turned and went to the den as the younger man made his noise in the kitchen prepping supper. He sipped the bourbon, his head spun, he kicked off his boots and stretched his own long muscled legs to the fireplace to warm up. Was this the long overdue bond that he'd suffered for, he conjectured? Finishing the bourbon he leaned his head against the chair back and drifted to sleep. Sam came to the den, found Jack asleep and returned to the kitchen to finish their supper. He sneaked a cookie and thought damn these are good, grinned mischievously and quietly went about the supper work. When done, he plated their meals, brought them to the den and woke his housemate. Jack sat up, gobbled the roast chicken and potato meal down, had seconds and then two cookies. He returned to find Sam in the chair, staring at the house key.