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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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