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THIS STORY TELLS OF MAN TO MAN SEX, NOT IN ALL CHAPTERS, BUT ENOUGH THAT IF YOU DON'T APPROVE OF IT, OR IF YOU LIVE WHERE YOU SHOULD NOT READ IT, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE THIS SITE.
Searching for Love
Chapter 6
The next morning began according to the pattern set the day before. Owen awoke, woke Walter, kissed him and suggested he shower while Owen made coffee. Walter was out of the shower before Owen returned to take his shower. Walter finished shaving as Owen finished his shower, then brought Owen his coffee. They kissed. Walter dressed as Owen shaved, then Owen quickly dressed, they kissed, locked up the apartment and walked to the bus stop. There was a big line, so they easily made it onto the bus. They had to hang on to the metal posts, for there were no straps for them that day.
At the entrance to the building, Owen patted Walter on the shoulder and wished him a good day. Walter declared his intention of eating lunch in Owen's store, then they parted. For Owen, the day was routine, as routine as it could be said when the store was due to close, the customers were sad, worried about getting another job, and some worried about losing close friendships.
Owen's boss came by about 10 a.m. to ask Owen how things were going. Owen replied, "I'm still plugging away on the inventory. I've got some things that have never sold, and probably won't sell before I close the shop. I'd like to send them back to the warehouse. Would that be possible?"
"Sure, Owen. You know your sales better than anybody else. No sense letting merchandise sit here and gather moss."
"When I get to the office, I want to learn what sells in what stores. I don't know anybody else's sales. Do we keep an inventory or sales history?"
"Good question, Walter. I've been carrying that around in my head, but that's not a good idea. We need to set up a scanner to read the bar codes. It will give us an incoming merchandise record, then we can scan the merchandise going to the stores to know what each should be accountable for."
"I'd like to visit each store, to get to know the managers, and to listen to what ideas they might have," Owen said. "I'll bet that with this many stores, there are some big differences in the customers and what sells. Maybe we ought to vary our merchandise from store to store if there's a good reason."
"Very good, Walter. Keep your ideas coming. Write them down, and we ought to discuss them when you move to the office. Let me know what you want to send back to the warehouse, and I'll arrange a pickup.
"Now, is there anything I can do to make the last days better? Should I send a supply of crying towels?...I thought not. You're doing well. I'll try to come by tomorrow morning, but if I can't, be sure you let the office know what you want to return." Smiling, he shook Walter's hand and left.
For Walter, the day didn't go well. The managers were not happy to be taking an inventory, and there was a lot of grumbling. It was around 10 a.m. that anyone asked about inventorying the storage closets. A groan was heard in all departments as the direction to inventory the storage closets went out. Walter understood why as soon as he opened the door to one and found it was a virtual recluse's store of useless items, many broken or defaced, some left over from many a year ago's change of technology. What might have been state of the art some years ago was now just an antique of no value. Some of the equipment had value as spare parts for furniture or machinery in use. Some might be of value in other ways, so the search had to be done carefully.
Some documents came to light, documents of value. They needed to be mentioned in the inventory, then secured for transmission to the home office. Review of documents required some special knowledge, so managers detailed knowledgeable employees to evaluate the worth of the documents.
While inventory went on in all departments, someone thought of the need to move furniture. That required the strength that many women and some men did not have, so security personnel pitched in and moved furniture. Not surprisingly, some documents were discovered. Extra computer cords and cables were found.
Most interestingly, behind the desk of one of the most attractive secretaries was found an almost full box of condoms. She denied knowing about them. As the word went out, many roars of laughter were heard, and to the woman's chagrin, men and women were looking at her and whispering. She lasted only a few minutes, then ran to the ladies' room and was heard to cry.
While conducting the inventory, the security people accompanied electricians from the company that maintained the alarms and electric locking systems. The goal was to assure that the building could be safeguarded with few guards on duty after the company moved. Most of the alarm systems were operating. A few did not operate properly, but they were repaired.
At 11 a.m., Walter came into Owen's store to buy a sandwich and to tell about the big discovery. Owen listened, then described a female customer whom Walter said was the secretary. Owen related how the woman came into the store regularly to buy condoms, which were not kept in plain sight. He had seen her leave the building during the morning with a big man in a suit. He had a shock of white hair that hung over his forehead. The rest of the hair on his head was black.
Walter recognized the man from Owen's description. He was the secretary's boss. They must be carrying on an affair. Both wore wedding rings, so it was a hot bit of adultery. "Too bad! It's not my job to `out' them. Revealing their affair wouldn't help the business. It might just make things more difficult." So, Walter made as though to lock his lips with an imaginary key. Then he began to laugh.
Customers had been coming into the store regularly until Walter arrived. They started coming in again as they laughed. When asked what was funny, they replied it was a private joke.
Walter returned to work following lunch. As Owen locked the store, Walter appeared, right on schedule, for the bus ride home. Owen had everything needed for the dinner tonight. They just had to prepare it and start it cooking. John was not due for over an hour. They shared the chores, and dinner was in the oven, salad made, and a bottle of wine cooling in the refrigerator, in time for them to have a leisurely shower.
The shower was crowded for two, but they "suffered" with it as they rubbed each other with every turn or bend. Both cocks rose to full staff, and, when rubbed together, excited them both. They stopped washing and concentrated on kissing, caressing, and beating each other's cock slowly. Walter turned Owen away from him, rubbed his cock against Owen's ass, and pushed it up against the hole. With lots of soap suds as a lube, Walter's cock slid right into Owen's ready ass. Owen leaned forward so that Walter had better access for fucking. They were both horny. Walter n into Owen's ass while Owen kept moving his ass up and down and around. That hastened Walter's orgasm. He grabbed Owen's shoulders, pushed in hard, then shouted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Owen's sphincter clamped down on Walter's cock because Owen was cumming. Walter leaned over Owen, chest to back, wrapped his arms around his lover, and kissed Owen's neck. Owen kissed Walter's hands. They stayed quiet, not moving, until Walter's cock slipped out of the hole.
"I'd like to stay here, Walter, Sweetie, but we've got a dinner guest coming, a dinner to get on the table, then get to the rehearsal on time. The director is a stickler for starting the rehearsal on time." They rinsed off, kissed, dried each other, then left the bathroom. Walter went to the bedroom and got dressed. Owen went to the kitchen, to check the progress of dinner. The salad had been made, the casserole was baking nicely, and the wine was cooling in the refrigerator. He left to get dressed.
In the bedroom, Walter had laid out underwear for Owen, but kept the choice of shirt, pants and socks for Owen. They kissed, caressed, and rubbed their bodies together a little. There would be time for more play in bed at bedtime.
John arrived right on the stroke of six p.m. Owen answered the door and invited him in. Walter was waiting inside the living room. Owen introduced them to each other. John reached his hand forward to shake Walter's, but Walter wrapped his arms around John and gave him a warm hug, saying, "Owen has told me about you, all nice things."
"C'mon, you two, dinner's on the table." They sat down. The round table was small, and knees touched knees. John felt Walter's knee rub up and down against his leg. He moved his leg so that further friction would not be easy for Walter.
The meal was good, the conversation good as John learned about
Walter and his job, but Walter did not reveal much about his history. He accepted that, and told about the choir, the number of members, the director, the music they sang, and the trips to the restaurant on Sundays. It seemed they had barely sat down at the table when they finished eating, and cleared the table. Owen told them to leave the dishes. He'd do the washing up after choir rehearsal.
At the church, all the choir members were seated in the loft, hymnals in their laps, when Artur Bernstein appeared. He thanked them for being punctual. John suggested Owen introduce Walter. "Mr. Bernstein, I have brought a friend tonight, Walter Wilson. Walter likes to sing, and hasn't sung in a choir for several years."
Mr. Bernstein went to the corner where Walter was sitting, introduced himself, and asked him his voice range. Walter wasn't sure, but probably baritone, he thought. "Good. We'll check that range out, but first, let's warm up, then practice our processional hymn." The rehearsal went along well, and Walter was evaluated to be a baritone-bass. He was encouraged to try the bass part, but not to strain to match the range of the deeper basses.
Mr. Bernstein took them through the hymns which the congregation would sing along with the choir, then produced the anthem which the choir would sing. He handed Owen a copy of the sheet music noted for the tenor soloist. "Owen, I think you can handle this. You seem to sight read easily, and the range isn't too high."
Gulping, Owen replied, "I'll sure try." He did try, and it was good. Mr. Bernstein promised Owen more rehearsal time on Sunday morning. The one and one-half hour rehearsal ended with a general feeling of satisfaction.
Walter had been greeted by several choir members, but they didn't have time enough to chat. John told him that there would be time on Sunday after church, when many of the choir members went to lunch together.
Back home at the apartment house, Walter thanked John for the chance to sing in the choir. He hugged him closely and gave him a kiss, but John had turned his cheek, so that was what Walter kissed. Owen wasn't paying attention to their hugging and kissing. He had led the way to his apartment's door, then turned and saw John turn away from Walter, Walter drop his arms, and the two parted.
Inside their apartment, Owen went to the kitchen and started rinsing the dishes. He filled up a dishpan with detergent and hot water, then washed and rinsed the dishes, and handed them to Walter to dry. When the dishes were all put away, Owen kissed and hugged Walter, and thanked him for helping with the dishes. Walter thanked Owen for cooking the dinner and doing the washup. Together, they walked to their bedroom and stripped.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit tired tonight. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to get ready for bed, then cuddle," Owen said to Walter.
"No problem. It's getting a bit late, and we have to work tomorrow. We can make up for tonight by tomorrow night," Walter said as he hugged and kissed Owen.
Bathroom duties done, they cuddled in their warm bed, and were soon sound asleep
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