TO THE READER;
THIS IS FICTION, NOT TRUE, AND DEFINITELY DOES NOT TELL ABOUT ANYONE THE AUTHOR KNOWS. IT ALSO DOES NOT OBSERVE THE COMMON SENSE RULES OF SAFE SEX.
Searching for Love
Chapter 8
Ralph awoke and looked at the handsome man beside him. It had been quite a while since Ralph had had a man in his life. Maybe this is the man, he thought. He looked at the clock and saw it was 2 p.m. Just then Walter awoke. He raised his arms and stretched, then looked at Ralph and kissed him.
"We've had a good sleep. I hope you enjoyed it," Ralph said. "It's past 2 p.m."
"Oh shit!" Walter replied. "I've got to get home, Owen's apartment, that is. He'll wonder what happened to me." He started to put his clothes back on as fast as he could.
Ralph handed him a card, "Here's my card with my phone number. Give me a call if you're free, and we can play. Maybe Saturday?"
Walter gave him a quick kiss, grabbed his gym bag and sped out the door. It was a short walk to Owen's apartment. He was relieved to find that Owen had not returned home yet. He put his gym clothes and bag away, then examined the refrigerator to see what they needed. He had a grocery list started when Owen burst in the door grumbling.
"Those warehouse people knew I came to work `specially, then they made me wait until the last minute before they picked up my returns. I'm sure going to change some things when I start working in the office. Oh, and it looks like I'll have to spend next Saturday at the store as they collect the merchandise and equipment. I'm sure they'll take a long time doing it. It will be time-and-a-half for them."
Walter greeted him with a kiss and a hug, then helped Owen change from work clothes to day-off clothes. He showed Owen the grocery list he had started. "That's a good start. Let's see if the grocery store has anything interesting," Owen said. Together they walked to the neighborhood grocery, made their purchases and returned to the apartment.
While they were working together preparing dinner, Owen said, "I'm sure I'm going to have to spend most of next Saturday at the store while they inventory and collect all the merchandise and the equipment. Those guys better understand no playing around. I'm going to be a supervisor, and they aren't going to get away with putting off stops on days off."
Owen was obviously still angry at the warehouse men who took over his day off, but he didn't take it out on Walter. He was his usual, kind, generous self, and Walter began to feel guilty. He said nothing about his two sex bouts, though he would have liked to contrast the difference. After dinner, they sat close together on the couch and watched TV. Neither could have told you what the movie was about, or why they didn't just turn it off and go to bed. Owen was undoubtedly still seething about the warehouse man's treatment of him, while Walter was thinking about the two men who had fucked him that day. Of course, he thought better of Ralph.
When they finally turned off the TV, stripped off their clothes, brushed their teeth, pissed, and got into bed, Owen said, "I guess I still haven't gotten over the way they treated me. I'm not much of a companion tonight. Sorry." Walter was glad, for his ass was still sore from the first fuck of the day, and he was tired from both the fucks. They kissed, Owen turned to face the wall, and Walter moved over to spoon him, placing his left arm around Owen's chest. They soon fell asleep.
The next morning they got a slow and easy start. Walter made coffee before Owen awoke, then fixed pancakes for breakfast. They took their time getting showered, shaved and dressed for church. It was really easier if they showered separately. Walter's ass was still a bit sore from yesterday's fucking, so he was glad Owen wouldn't see the redness if he had washed Walter's ass.
It was a pleasant walk to church that morning, and they were both greeted by the members of the choir. John arrived just before the choir director, took his seat, and was ready, as was everybody else to start the rehearsal on time. Mr. Bernstein took the choir through the hymns which would be sung today, then asked Owen to come forward to sing his solo during the anthem. As at the Thursday night rehearsal, Owen sang well, Mr. Bernstein only directing him to sing a bit slower. The full organ accompaniment would give him the tempo.
This Sunday, everyone, including Walter dressed in the choir robes. They went from the choir vesting room to their position at the rear of the church as the procession formed up. With the introductory notes, the choir and the congregation began to sing the processional hymn. The choir followed two handsome young men bearing tall candles, flanking a crucifer bearing the large processional cross. After the choir came two more candle bearers, flanking the Gospel Book, carried by a handsome young deacon. Finally came the priests. It was a long procession, which gave the choir the opportunity to take their places in the choir stalls.
The service began with the introductory prayers, followed by Bible readings and a warm sermon on the love of God for all people, not just members of this parish, nor just Christians. A prayer of confession, the declaration of God's forgiveness, and the "Passing of the Peace" all went before the choir anthem. Owen felt less self-conscious when the entire choir stood during the anthem, so he wasn't standing alone for his solo.
The communion prayers and serving the worshipers who came to receive the host and the wine went rapidly. Following the closing prayers and blessing, the choir stood and sang out the closing hymn, following the candle and cross bearers out to the back of the church, leaving a lay person to shout out, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, go in peace to love and serve the Lord." The congregation answered, "Thanks be to God. Hallelujah, hallelujah."
Back in the choir vesting room, Owen was praised by several members of the choir, and Mr. Bernstein told him he had sung well. As the members of the choir removed their robes, several men reminded Owen and Walter that they were all going to lunch, and hoped they would come. Owen and Walter both smiled and announced their intent to go.
At lunch, John sat beside Owen, and asked how things were going. Owen told of having to spend most of Saturday, his day off, waiting for the warehouse men to pick up their load, and expecting to spend next Saturday at the store as they cleaned it out. At least, that should be his last Saturday working, for he will start in the office, learning to be a supervisor the Monday following closing the store.
Walter found himself beside a good looking middle-aged man who was wearing a wedding ring, and told him about his children's antics. No chance to meet a hot man that day, Walter thought. But, come Saturday, Owen would be at work all day, and Ralph would like to spend some time with him. His sex life was certainly picking up. After all that time of no sex, here he was with several men wanting to play with him.
After lunch, all shared their good wishes for a good week, and expecting all to come to Thursday night's rehearsal. Owen, Walter and John walked home. Walter had greeted John earlier, but hadn't spoken any more words to him. On the walk home, John wondered if something was going on that kept Walter silent. In the apartment building's hall, they took their leave, John alone to his apartment, Owen and Walter to Owen's apartment.
Both Owen and Walter wanted to nap, so they stripped, climbed into bed, cuddled and soon fell asleep. First, Walter wondered what Ralph was doing this afternoon, would he want a play mate?
An hour later, Owen awoke and began to caress Walter. As Walter awoke, Owen kissed him and asked, "How'd you like to see how far you can put it in me?" Walter smiled, kissed Owen passionately on the lips, then moved to his nipples, then to his cock, his balls, and lifting his legs, his perineum and finally his ass. Owen smelled good, tasted good, and Walter enjoyed seeing Owen jump as his tongue entered Owen's hole.
Walter had left so much saliva on Owen's ass that his cock slid right in. Walter took his time going in, pushing maybe an inch in, then bringing it back half an inch, and pushing in various directions. Owen responded by tightening his sphincter around Walter's cock when he tried to pull out. Walter felt he was going to cum, so he stayed quiet while rubbing Owen's cock, then leaning over and kissing Owen. Back at work, Walter pushed his cock in and out more rapidly, and deeper. Owen tried to tighten his hole around Walter's cock, but precum must have made it too slippery. Owen just laid back and enjoyed the sensations the exploring cock made.
Owen felt his cum start to boil up. He couldn't stop, he came all over his chest and Walter's. The tightened sphincter grabbed Walter's cock. It shot deep in Owen's hole. Walter lay down upon Owen, kissed him, and said, "That was a good one. I hope you enjoyed it, too." Owen smiled, wiped some cum off his chest and fed it to Walter, then swallowed some himself. In a few minutes they went to the shower, a bit small for two men, but it felt good, certainly as they played with each other's cocks and asses. Yes, Walter's ass was no longer sore, and he enjoyed feeling Owen's finger inside, "exploring the territory."
After the shower, Walter spooned up behind Owen in bed, put his arm over Owen's chest, and they slept. They slept peacefully, and awoke with thoughts about dinner. Neither was very hungry, because the lunch at the restaurant was very filling. They settled on some canned soup and French bread.
Soon, after they had washed up and settled in front of the TV, Walter asked Owen if he might like some of the coffee ice cream they had bought the day before. Owen replied, "That would go well. And while we're at it, how about some of those lemon cookies we bought?" Walter dished up the ice cream, added some cookies to the tray, and brought it into the living room, setting it on the coffee tables in front of Owen. Each took a bowl and a cookie, began to eat, and tried to watch the TV. The program just wasn't very good, so they tried to surf the channels. Again, nothing appealed to them, so they headed to bed, first taking care of bathroom duties.
Owen climbed into bed first, followed by Walter, who spooned him, and placed his arm over Owen's chest. Each bid the other good night, and they were soon asleep.
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