1. My Charlie


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

    not lend him the money, but give it to him, on one condition and one alone: I could have my way with him one time. For one hour, he was mine and I was free to do as I pleased with him. He accepted, though a little hesitant at first. It hurt, I won’t lie, when I saw that hesitance, that cruel grimace, but when he agreed, the hurt went away and my heart was elevated, it swelled with pure bliss. I could’ve cried I was so happy. Charlie said he had to get back that same day to the city, so we concurred that the most appropriate time would be then. We went straight back to mine; we walked a good fifteen minutes and the afternoon was hot. As soon as we stepped through the door, I offered to wash his shirt, as it was dripping with sweat. “Oh, thanks,” he said casually, pulling it over his head. His body was still in form, though he was a little heavier than before, and only a shadow of his former stomach muscles lingered there now. In short, my Charlie was still that strapping man of long ago, but not as thin and muscular, but I preferred this Charlie, plagued with maturity and heterosexuality, than I did the Charlie of seven years before. I even loved him more than the Charlie of my youth. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked pleasantly, as he handed me his shirt. “What do you have?” “How about a beer?” “Thanks.” I went into the kitchen and humming a tune, I was engaged in sniffing his shirt for such a while that Charlie called out to me from the living room. As though ...
    awakened from a stupor, I called back lazily and seized a beer from the fridge. His shirt I left on the kitchen counter. “What took you so long?” asked Charlie, already making himself at home. His jeans, shoes and socks were lying in a heap on the floor. I could not react. Without knowing it, I was gripping the beer in my hand so tightly that my clenched fingers turned white and I could not release them, not until Charlie walked right up to me and prized it from my hand. “I have to get back soon,” said Charlie, taking a swig of beer. “Shouldn’t we..?” “Yes, yes, we'd better.” I was quick and confident to reply, but my movements were sluggish and nervousness got a hold of me. I hadn’t been prepared for it. It was all, this entire situation, too good to be true. How many nights (and days) had I fantasised about him, about touching his body, feeling his hard, quivering cock in my hand? “Do you want to back out, Joe?” he asked, eyeing me dubiously. “Of course not,” I replied, terrified that he would back out. “Let’s get on with it.” I got undressed hastily and every garment was tossed aside, including the boxers which were much too tight since arriving from the kitchen. Charlie looked down, an even expression on his face, but in a second I saw his mouth twitch. I took his hand and guided it down to my cock already pulsing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “You’re over excited, aren’t you?” said Charlie and he smiled. His smile triggered something in me and I felt my cock give ...
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