1. My Charlie


    Date: 7/22/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: 007Lover, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    house and though I hadn’t mentioned the location before, I do now, just so you’d get a better imagery of our position. Our knees were touching and when Charlie broke free of his meditation to ask a waitress in passing for a glass of ice cold water, he drew it closer until it was no longer knee against knee, but thigh against knee. I dared not to move, not even a little, lest he should shift his knee away. He didn’t. The water came and the waitress, a young blonde with an eye for rugged blue eyed men with specs, asked if we needed anything else, furtively adjusting her cleavage. Irritated, I ushered her away with a wave of my hand. “That was rude,” said Charlie, glancing over my shoulder in concern. “Why’d you do that?” “What? I don’t know what you mean.” Charlie eyed me doubtfully a few seconds, then picked the glass up. I watched him. He gulped it all down and set the glass noisily down on the table. I simply watched him. “There’s another reason why I’ve come, Joe,” he said, after debating a few minutes. “Oh? Then tell me, I’d love to know.” “The reason I haven’t proposed to Annie--” “Yes?” I said, eager, leaning forwards just an inch. “—well, I haven’t got any money.” “What?” “I’m officially broke.” “You were doing just fine when I last saw you,” I said. “How long have you known this Annie? Has she spent all your hard earned money?” “No!” he said. “No, she met me when I had nothing and I want to change that before we start a new life together.” “I don’t understand, ...
    Charlie.” “I need a loan.” “From me ?” “Why not?” “It’s out of the question.” “You’ve got some, don’t you, Joe? Please say you do,” I could see pure desperation in his eyes. “How about your folks? Can they loan me some money until I get back on my feet?” “I should’ve known you came here to squeeze me,” I said, making to rise, but he grabbed my arm and sat me back down. “Joe, please, I came here to see you, I told you that.” “You came here to see my money, not me.” “Joe,” he lowered his voice drastically, still gripping my arm. “I came to you because I have no one else, don’t you see? I’m desperate.” “You don’t mean to say that you picked some girl off the street and decided to marry her? Surely she must have some cash lying around?” “I’m the man, Joe, I have to provide for the woman I love.” I hated the sickly sweet look in his eye when he said that, but I didn’t hate him ; I could never, not even after this brutal revelation. I was still madly in love with him and in love with everything about him; even the tiny scar above his eyebrow meant something to me, though I had never seen it before. I felt the pressure on my arm and decided it was too much strain, not physically , but emotionally, for it reminded me of old times, of happier times when his touch was all I had. I pulled away from his grip and stood up, but again, he sat me down and pleaded with me. How could I say no? How could I deny him the same happiness he had given me all those years ago? So I accepted. I told him I’d ...
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