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THIS IS FICTION, A MADE-UP STORY WHICH COULD BE TRUE, ACCORDING TO MY TEACHERS IN GRADE SCHOOL. THERE IS NO ATTEMPT MADE AT SAFE SEX. WITH THE DISEASES GOING AROUND, INCLUDING AN ALMOST UNDETECTABLE SYPHILIS (UNLESS THE SORES HAVE APPEARED) USING PROTECTION IS NECESSARY.
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"Searching for Love"
Chapter 9
Monday started like every other work day, except this was the last day before the building emptied and Owen's store closed. Owen awoke with the alarm clock, kissed Walter, then went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker.
Walter took his shower, and was greeted with a fresh-brewed mug of coffee and a kiss from Owen, who climbed into the shower. Owen's shower finished as Walter finished his shave. Walter returned with a mug of coffee for Owen, then went to dress. Owen finished his shave as Walter appeared, almost dressed. Owen kissed Walter and begged for a few minutes to dress, and then they'd be off to work.
Jacket in hand, Owen, fully dressed, and with the contents of his pockets carefully placed in the pockets of his pants, locked the apartment door, and they went to the bus stop together.
The ride to the building was typical, people getting on and off, some rushing to a newly vacated seat, others staying suspended from the overhead straps until their stop. Owen and Walter didn't even try for a seat. Off the bus, Walter promised Owen to return to the store for lunch.
Owen opened his store, closed and relocked the door while he prepared the store for customers. Walter checked in at the guard station and got his orders for the day: more moving furniture and completing the inventories of the storage closets.
Walter hoped he wouldn't be paired with that asshole George. The guy darned near ripped him a new asshole, and didn't care about Walter's needs. No more fucking with him.
The man Walter was paired with this day was 5'6" man with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. He called himself Tank, and was the right man for any heavy lifting task. They worked well until lunch time, then they headed out to take their lunch break. Walter didn't see where he went to eat his lunch, so Walter went down to Owen's store.
Owen had had a quiet morning, a few customers, but no more robbers. He had spent his spare time grouping similar items together that may have been scattered around the store. They would be boxed and collected Saturday. Damn, he thought, `another Saturday spent sitting here instead of being at home. Walter's entry immediately brightened Owen's day.
"How is life in the store today?" Walter asked. He didn't wait for a reply, he just continued, "They've got us moving furniture and doing storage closets inventory. That's not job for a security guard. They can get some muscle-bound bozo to do that job. We're trained to be sure that there are no thefts, no crazies trying to burn the building down, not move furniture."
Walter didn't wait to hear Owen tell about his day until he had paid for a sandwich and soda, then rushed off to take care of some errand he had forgotten, he told Owen.
Owen felt a bit dismissed, but maybe Walter had a chore he had to do immediately. Walter did have a chore that he wanted taken care of immediately. He thought he knew where Tank had gone so quick. There was a roof garden which might be open for sun bathing. Maybe Tank had gone up there at lunch time. It was an hour before the workers in the building would break for lunch. Tank could be there to do what he wanted to do all alone.
When Walter got to the roof garden, he looked but did not immediately see Tank. Walking around he found a space behind an air conditioning complex. There was Tank, lying on his back, pants down to his knees, beating his cock. It was hard, probably seven inches and fairly thick.
Walter slowly approached and asked, "That's a fine looking piece of equipment. I'll bet it tastes good, too. Would you like some help?"
Tank looked up and beckoned Walter to come down to the cock. "Sure. Come on down here and go to work."
Walter knelt down beside Tank, bent over and licked his cock. He dropped his own pants and moved so his cock was beside Tank's head. Tank took one look at Walter's ass and said, "I'd like to see if it fits up you ass. You've got it wet enough, how about sitting on it?"
Walter smiled, pushed off his uniform pants and underwear, and straddled Tank. He took Tank's hard cock, aimed it at his own lowering ass, and felt it slide easily up his ass. He crooned as he lowered his ass all the way down to Tank's furry crotch. After a short turn and return, checking for better positions, Walter began slowly to raise and lower his ass on that beautiful thick, hard cock. Tank lay quietly at first, then began to raise his torso to push his cock up Walter's ass. What started slowly ended up with the two men pounding their partner in sex. The speed picked up and soon Walter said, "I'm going to cum."
Tank said, "catch it in your hand, I don't have a spare uniform." Walter did as instructed. Tank came and filled Walter with hot cum, lots of it. "Move slowly, Walter, I don't want to have cum all over my clothes." Walter slowly rose and Tank's cum drained out of Walter's ass onto Tank's balls and pubic hair. "Here," Tank said, "lick it all up. You'll like it. It's my very best." Walter carefully licked up every drop of Tank's cum, then came to his lips to share the load. Tank opened his mouth and Walter carefully let a string of cum flow down to the open mouth. The flow increased a bit, and soon Tank had almost all the cum he had shot back in his body.
Walter looked at his watch, declared they had only 10 minutes left on their lunch break. Each man pulled a sandwich out of a pocket and ate his lunch. Tank's was flavored with his cum. He liked it.
Just in time, the two men checked back in for the afternoon shift. Walter was pulled out to go to his supervisor. Tank went back to the storage closets.
Walter's supervisor told him he wanted Walter to make a list of all the doors and windows that could be used to enter the building by some miscreant. Walter started in the basement, then moved slowly up each floor, checking for any staircases which might allow an intruder to enter in a break-in. Having given the list to his supervisor, he was told to go back and see what security measures might be taken to assure no break ins. That kept Walter busy the rest of the day.
At 4 p.m., Walter returned to the store as Owen was locking up. On the way home, Walter apologized for the quick departure during lunch hour. He explained he remembered a security task that he needed to do at once.
The bus ride was, thankfully, uneventful. At home they stripped out of their work clothes, Walter wanting to shower, telling how dirty his body felt. After Walter's shower, each had a beer while they talked about the week. Walter expected to stay on his 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. schedule. Owen would stay the same, except that he would probably have to spend all day Saturday getting the store emptied and returned to the warehouse. Walter explained that his shift would probably change once the workers were out of the building. There would probably be the usual three shifts round the clock, and some weekends to work. Walter promised to do his share of chores around the apartment even if he didn't see Owen.
Dinner was left-overs, but good ones. Walter made a salad to go with them, and a pot of coffee. After dinner, Walter explained that he was tired from all the heavy work, and he was going to go to bed very early. Owen said he would watch some TV.
Walter wanted to keep his slightly sore ass out of Owen's sight. By morning, he figured, there would be no tell tale signs of the sex he'd had. As he lay in Owen's bed, Walter plotted ways to have extra sex while Owen was at work. First, there was Tank's nice cock to take up his as. And, he didn't want to forget Ralph's special fuck, all nice and gentle, and with concern for Walter's needs.
Oh, my, Walter thought, `six months ago I was just getting used to being all penned in with no one to fuck me, now I've got two men, maybe even Owen if I can get him thinking of plugging me.'
When Owen came to bed, Walter was sound asleep, occupying about 2/3 of the bed. Owen just pushed Walter a bit, then cuddled up to him, playing with his nice, big cock and rubbing it against Owen's ass. Soon Owen lay back and let Walter's arms hold him.
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