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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTION. NO ATTEMPT TO PORTRAY SENSIBLE, PROTECTED SEX IS MADE. YOU KNOW BETTER. IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE, OR LIVE WHERE READING MALE TO MALE SEX IS PROHIBITED, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE IMMEDIATELY.
"Searching for Love"
Chapter 10
Tuesday of the last week of operation of his store, Owen began to see more sorrow in the faces of those workers in the building who would lose their jobs on Friday, and who had no other jobs opening for them.
The secretary whose desk had hidden the box of condoms, until the furniture was moved and those moving the desk found the box, appeared to have no opportunity to move with her boss to Cincinnati. Since the discovery of the box of condoms, she never left with her boss for another tryst.
Walter had been assigned to work with George again on Tuesday, but only for a short term project. George wanted to arrange another meeting, but Walter refused, saying his ass was still sore from the rough usage George made of it. George laughed and said, "Real men can take it." Walter said nothing in reply.
Walter did not see Tank all morning, but he cut short his lunch break with Owen to search for Tank and that nice, thick cock that made him feel so good. Looking all over the roof garden, and again on the floors where he had worked, he could not find Tank. He asked the supervisor about him, was he ill? The supervisor told him that Tank hadn't show up for work that day, and hadn't called in sick, so he was fired automatically. Walter had to wipe that slate clean, and hope he would find another man who fucked as nicely as Tank.
Owen received a shipment in error, items that should have gone to another store. After checking the manifest, and finding nothing he could sell in the time remaining, he called the office to report the error. A snotty woman in the office told him he should just accept the shipment and return it to the warehouse on Saturday when the store would be emptied. Owen made a mental note to go over delivery procedures when he went to work in the office on Monday.
The day was a frustrating day for both Owen and Walter, though there were no robberies or store room discoveries to spice up the day. As usual, Walter checked out at 4 p.m., went to the store as Owen was locking up. They rode the bus home, talking about sports, the weather, and the two wars which were taking the lives of so many good young men and women.
At home, they shed their clothing. Walter went immediately to take his shower. Owen started dinner. Just spaghetti and a meat sauce, and, of course, a green salad. Walter came from his shower to volunteer to make the salad, which Owen accepted and suggested he open the big jar of marinated artichoke hearts, cut about four large hearts into small pieces and add to the salad.
During dinner, the conversation was very general, though Owen wanted to talk about making love. Walter was very horny, and wanted to fuck Owen that night, maybe twice. While Owen was rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, he asked Walter if he would like to make some coffee. "No," said Walter, "I just want to get into the bedroom and make love to you." What he really wanted was to fuck Owen hard and fast, then maybe a second time at a slower pace.
Owen smiled and said, "Just give me time to load the dishwasher and wash my ass. I want to pretty it up for you."
"Fine," said Walter, "but don't dawdle. I'm horny as Hell," rushing into the bathroom to piss and rinse his mouth with mouthwash. Owen followed him into the bathroom after Walter left, washed his ass thoroughly, rinsed his mouth also, then went to their bedroom.
Owen found Walter spread out on the bed, beckoning Owen to climb on top of him. Owen did, and took the time to rub his hairy chest over Walter's bare chest while kissing Walter. Then he began to make love to Walter's body: ears, chin, shoulders, nipples, and to paint a strip of saliva down Walter's chest to lick his cock. But, only a quick lick, then Owen moved to Walter's balls, sucking each one, licking it, and gently joining the two in a quick lick.
Owen moved down to Walter's perineum. It always surprised him how each man he had ever made love to had a sensitive perineum, though they might not have known it for years after first making love with another male. In fact, how many teen agers every licked a perineum? Any? He couldn't remember doing it, or having it done to him while a teen ager. Everyone seemed to begin touching another cock, then licking some cum either off the hand which touched the cock, or from the head of the cock. Soon, all enjoyed sucking another's cock. Moving to fucking seemed to be a dash to open up the inviting hole, then thrust a hard cock into it. Only later did the man making love learn to rub the perineum with his finger, or lick it, and see the delight of his partner in love making. Love making was so different from plain sex.
Owen raised up, placing his ass hole above Walter's hard cock, feeling it tickle his balls. Owen moved his body around, taking Walter's cock with his body. It felt almost like writing something with Walter's cock, though there was no paper, just cock against balls.
Finally, Owen stopped, carefully positioning Walter's cock below his hole, then he slowly descended, guiding Walter's cock to his hole, then in it. Owen slowly brought his body down on Walter's cock, feeling its entry into his ass, its head pushing into Owen's ass, opening up first the sphincter, then going deeper, rubbing Owen's prostate, causing wonderful jolts of energy in Owen's ass.
Owen lowered his ass down to Walter's groin, feeling his public hair up against Owen's ass. Owen wiggled his butt a bit, and Walter gasped. "That felt good. Do that again." Owen did, and Walter gasped and repeated his request for repetition. Owen did, then rose up, pulling Walter's cock almost out of his ass. Quickly he descended, forcing the cock back into the ass, which wiggled.
Owen said, "That felt so good. I'll have to do it again," and he did. Walter didn't have a chance to do much more than thrust up occasionally, but he loved it. Owen obviously loved what he was doing.
With all the distractions, Owen was not prepared when his cock suddenly was filled with cum and sprayed it out on Walter's chest. The closing of Owen't sphincter, tightening down on Walter's cock, pushed him over the edge. He came inside Owen's ass with such force that Owen could swear he felt every spurt as it blasted up his ass.
Owen leaned forward, rubbing his chest on Walter's then kissed Walter. Walter's cum coated both of them. Owen remained kissing Walter, his tongue entering Walter's mouth, to be joined by Walter's tongue. Owen raised up a bit, scooped some cum from Walter's chest and offered it to Walter, who sucked it off Owen's finger. Walter scooped up some more cum from his chest and offered it to Owen, who sucked it off Walter's finger. Then both returned to kissing.
Owen spoke first, "That felt so good. It's becoming a habit, whether you're on top, or I'm sitting on you, I cum without touching my cock. It's great!
"Now stay where you are. I'll get a wash cloth to clean you up, but first I need to attend to some cum leaking out of my ass." Owen went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet to let the cum leak out, then washed his ass and dried it. With a clean wash cloth dampened, and a towel, he returned to clean up Walter. Walter's eyelids were drooping, though he did manage to thank Owen before his eyelids closed. When Owen had taken the wash cloth and towel back to the bathroom, and then returned, he found Walter asleep.
For a change, Owen spooned up to Walter, passed an arm over his side and gently caressed his chest. Walter did not move. Owen sighed, relaxed and was soon asleep.
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