Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2016 06:11:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: My Best Friend, Charlie

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			  My Best Friend, Charlie


Jimmy Riley was the most closeted homosexual who ever lived.  In his fear
of discovery, he was still a virgin at the age of twenty-nine.  Oh yes,
there was that one time in Cleveland, a couple of years ago.  Jimmy was
there on business, and he got up his courage, and went to a gay bar on his
first evening.  He was approached by a handsome young man, who did not
hesitate to tell Jimmy that he wanted to have sex with him.  Jimmy almost
gave in, but at the last minute he ran out of the bar in abject terror.

His abnormal fear of discovery did not stem from any kind of dread that the
world, and his friends and family, would ostracize him, or anything like
that.  He was afraid that his best friend, Charlie O'Connor, would stop
being his friend.  Charlie was married for about a year now.  He was macho
and masculine (so was Jimmy), and they had been best friends since boyhood.
Jimmy fell in love with Charlie when they were in elementary school, but he
never acted on it.  They were room mates in college and law school, and
Jimmy was simply Charlie's best friend, a straight best friend.

They went to work for separate law firms, but after about three years they
struck out on their own, and formed the partnership of Riley and O'Connor.
A coin toss had determined that Riley would come first in the firm's name.

Last year, Charlie married.  He had no siblings, and Jimmy was his best
man.  Jimmy didn't think that Charlie had made a good decision.  He barely
knew the girl.  Jimmy thought they had little in common, but of course, he
said nothing, and the wedding went on.

As for Charlie, his head must have been in the sand.  He never questioned
why Jimmy never dated, never double dated either, but preferred to stay
late in the office and work.  He just chalked it up to Jimmy's nature.

Charlie and Jimmy both had one bedroom condos in separate buildings about
four blocks apart.  Roz moved into Charlie's apartment a couple of months
before the wedding.  Jimmy tried to find out where she had lived before
that, but he could never get it out of her.  Her secret seemed to be as
deep as his.

Somehow, he had a gut feeling that Roz was not all she purported to be.
Secretly, in his home one night, he searched the internet, and was not
totally surprised to learn that Roz had a criminal record.  She had been
arrested twice for prostitution, but never incarcerated.  If arrested
again, she would face a prison term.

He agonized for weeks, and finally decided to say nothing to Charlie.
After all, who hadn't seen `Pretty Woman'?  Maybe Roz was reformed.

When they had been married for about nine months, Charlie went out of town
on business for a couple of days.  "Check in on Roz for me, will you?" he
asked Jimmy before he left, and Jimmy did just that.

The evening of Charlie's departure, after Jimmy had eaten his TV dinner
alone, he called to make sure Roz was all right.  She answered the phone,
and she was obviously drunk.  She was slurring her words; loud music was
blaring in the background; and Jimmy had to beg her to turn it down, so
they could hear each other talk.

"Who did you say this is?" she asked several times.  Jimmy was about to
hang up in disgust, when he heard a male voice yell at her, "Hang up,
bitch.  I ain't payin' to have you yak on the phone."  Suddenly they were
disconnected.

Jimmy was in a quandary.  This was no reformed `Pretty Woman.'  This was a
hard drinking prostitute.  Again he wracked his brain about telling
Charlie.  In the end, he was too chicken.  He kept his mouth shut, and for
a few more weeks everything seemed to be good between Charlie and Roz.

The couple was about two weeks shy of their first anniversary.  It was a
Saturday night, and Jimmy had just settled down to another lonely, loveless
evening, when there was a knock at his door.

He asked three times who it was, and got no answer.  Finally, he opened the
door a smidgen, and there was Charlie.  He was leaning against the door,
and he would surely fall if Jimmy opened it any further.  Somehow Jimmy
managed to open the door, and catch Charlie before he could topple over.

Charlie was just about comatose.  Jimmy put him into a chair, and couldn't
believe what he saw.  His business partner was totally disheveled.  He had
at least a two-day growth of beard.  His breath was vile with the stench of
liquor, but worst of all, he had vomit all over his shirt.


 "What the fuck happened?" Jimmy yelled.  Charlie moved his mouth, but was
unable to talk.

"You stink," Jimmy said.  "Let's get you into the shower.  He put his arms
under Charlie's arm pits and dragged him to the bathroom.  Charlie stood
upright, and could not move a muscle to help Jimmy undress him.  Since
Charlie was standing as rigid as a ramrod, Jimmy held him with one hand and
turned on the shower spigots.  He debated whether he should bathe his
friend in cold or warm water, and decided on warm.

He pushed his naked friend into the shower and handed him a bar of soap.
Charlie didn't move, so Jimmy held up his arm and attempted to put the soap
in his hand.  It fell right out, and on to the shower floor, as Charlie
remained in his rigid state.

In exasperation, Jimmy undressed and went into the shower with Charlie.
Jimmy stood behind Charlie and started to soap his back.  As the warm water
cascaded down their bodies, Charlie seemed to loosen up a little.  His body
sagged, and Jimmy had to wrap his arm around Charlie's waist to keep him
from falling.  From that position Jimmy began to soap Charlie's smelly
chest.  Also from that position he realized that his erect cock was
massaging Charlie's crack.  He wanted to pull back, but he just couldn't.
He was in a situation that he believed he would never experience, and he
was giving way to lust.

His soapy hand travelled down Charlie's chest and was nearing his pubic
area, when suddenly Charlie turned around to face Jimmy.  Jimmy panicked.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Jimmy and placed his head on Jimmy's
shoulder.  He was sobbing loudly.  The two men held each other tightly, and
Jimmy was aware that Charlie's cock was massaging his, and it was very
hard, and beyond wonderful.

"For God's sake," Jimmy begged, "tell me what happened?"

Charlie sobbed once, and began.  He spoke hesitantly and his words were
slurred because he was still quite drunk.  "I've suspected that Roz was
having an affair for quite awhile now.  I would have preferred an affair to
what I found out."

Jimmy steeled himself for what was to come.  He had a very strong
suspicion.

"Yesterday, when I told you I wouldn't be coming into the office, I left
the house, but watched my building from across the street.  After a short
while, I saw two well dressed business men go inside.  I became suspicious.
They are not unit owners.  I followed them in, and sure enough, they rang
my bell.  Roz let them in.  She was wearing a negligee.  I waited about
half an hour, and let myself in.  Roz was in bed with both of them.  They
were all naked.  One of the guys was fucking her, and the other had his
cock in her mouth.

"She screamed when she saw me, and one of the guys asked, `Who the fuck are
you?  We paid good money, fella, so wait your turn."

"I ran out and went to Benny's Bar on Sixth and 49th.  They are open 24/7.
I drank for hours trying to erase the image of what I had just seen.  When
I vomited they kicked me out, and I came here.  You are my best friend in
the whole world.  What should I do Jimmy?"

"The first thing we'll do is clean you up, and get you sober.  Then I'll
make you something to eat.  You'll stay here tonight, and we'll talk about
it in the morning.  You need a good night's sleep."

Charlie still had his arms around Jimmy.  Once again Jimmy started to soap
Charlie's back.  Charlie was purring like a kitten.  His head remained on
Jimmy's shoulder.  Jimmy was soaping Charlie's butt, and without any
conscious intent, he started to soap his friend's crack.  A finger
inadvertently slipped in just a bit.  Jimmy wasn't even aware of what he
was doing, and Charlie pushed his body harder against Jimmy's.

"Turn around," Jimmy said softly, and Charlie did just that.  He continued
to stand passively in the shower, content to let Jimmy do all the work.
When Jimmy soaped his chest, and brushed lightly against his nipples, they
began to harden, and his dick got stiffer.  Jimmy had reached Charlie's
pubic area. The first time that happened, Charlie had turned around and he
could not proceed.  This time, he was able to glance at Charlie's face.
His eyes were closed, and Jimmy did something he had dreamed of doing for
twenty years.  He began to soap Charlie's pubic hair, and his fist found
itself wrapping around his beloved's cock, pulling back the foreskin, and
massaging gently.

Jimmy was well acquainted with a cock that was about to erupt.  Charlie's
balls were shrinking and hardening.  He could hardly breathe, and he was
beginning to make guttural sounds.  Jimmy couldn't stand it any longer.  He
gave no thought to any negative consequence.  He released Charlie and let
the shower water rinse the soap off his prick.  He fell to his knees and
engulfed Charlie's cock in his mouth.  He just held it that way for a bit,
savoring the moment, but then he began to run his tongue up and down the
underside of Charlie's throbbing rod.  His lips began to pump the object of
his long suppressed desire, and his tongue began to bathe his love's cock
in a slow sensual rhythm.

Charlie put his hand on the back of Jimmy's head, attempting to push more
of his cock into his friend's mouth.  When he came, he screamed so loudly
that Jimmy actually got frightened.  He swallowed all of Charlie's generous
cum, and then he stood up.  He embraced Charlie, and this time he put his
head on Charlie's shoulder.  Jimmy wanted desperately to kiss Charlie, but
he was afraid.


 It was Charlie who asked, "Isn't this where we are supposed to kiss or
something?"  Jimmy didn't answer.  He pulled away from Charlie.

"Please," Jimmy pleaded, "don't hate me.  I couldn't stand it if you hated
me."

"I could never hate you, Jimmy.  We two are soul mates.  I just never
realized how `soul-matey' we were.  What you just did it was...it was...it
was..."  Charlie couldn't find the words.

Nothing more was said between them.  They exited the shower and dried off.
Jimmy put on a robe, and pulled another from a closet.  He threw it at
Charlie.  Jimmy's insides were churning with fear, but Charlie just kept
smiling at him.

"Come into the kitchen.  You need to eat something," Jimmy ordered.
Charlie sat down at the table, and Jimmy pulled one of his TV dinners out
of the freezer.  He prepared it in the micro oven according to
instructions, and Charlie devoured it.  Jimmy made coffee for both of them.

"I don't want coffee," Charlie mumbled."

 "Believe me, you need it.  Just drink it down."

"Whatever you say, master."

"Charlie, I'd like you to stay with me tonight.  I don't think you should
go home until we've talked it all out in the morning, and you decide on
your next move.  My couch is oversized.  You'll be comfortable on it."

"I can't believe you," Charlie said.  "You just gave me the best blow job,
probably the best sex, I ever had in my life, and you want me to sleep on
the couch?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm not saying.  I'm just assuming that there's a lot more you can teach
me and demonstrate for me tonight."  Charlie smiled at Jimmy.  This time
Jimmy smiled right back.

"I've got something to tell you" Jimmy said lowering his head.  "I'm gay.
Not only am I gay, I have loved you since we were in grade school."

"Poor Jimmy!  Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I was afraid of losing your friendship."

"I doubt anything could destroy the friendship of two soul mates.  Even
what you did in the shower didn't harm us.  As far as I am concerned it
brought us closer."

"Is this where we kiss?"  Jimmy asked, mimicking Charlie.

"I think so."

Charlie offered Jimmy his lips, which were gratefully accepted.  At first
they kissed lightly with closed mouths.  As chaste as the kiss was, they
both found it sensual.  Their lips were pressed so lightly together that it
felt like two feathers brushing against each other.  It was Charlie's lips
which first parted, and Jimmy opened up also, when he felt Charlie's tongue
seeking his.  The kisses became more desperate, more lustful, more filled
with desire.

Jimmy whispered, "You need some coffee."  He disengaged himself and started
for the kitchen.  Charlie followed him in awe.  He could hardly believe
what was happening to him; to them.  The thing that amazed him the most was
how right it felt, and how perfectly wonderful.

Jimmy made coffee and toasted a couple of bagels that he pulled out of his
freezer.  To his credit, Charlie tried to eat the bagel and drink the
coffee, but he kept dozing off.  Jimmy removed Charlie's robe, and helped
get him into bed.  He retired for the night also.  They were both naked and
smelling fresh from the shower.  Charlie was at the edge of the bed facing
the middle, so Jimmy nested against the man he loved, until he could feel
Charlie's limp cock pressing against his ass.  Jimmy imagined that he was
in Paradise, as he fell asleep.

In the morning, Jimmy woke to find them in the same position, except that
Charlie's hand was wrapped around his chest.  He kissed the back of the
hand he loved, and sighed with such deep contentment as he had never before
known in his life.  He needed to pee badly, but he was not about to disturb
this blissful moment, so he held it in, and tried not to move.  Charlie was
breathing in his ear, and it sounded like `The Ode to Joy" to Jimmy.

Finally, Charlie began to stir.  When he was awake, he quickly removed his
hand from around Jimmy's chest, and started to get out of bed.  Jimmy beat
him to it.

"I've got to pee," Jimmy said and ran to the bathroom.  He was afraid to
look Charlie in the eye.  What if, when cold sober, he repented his actions
of last night.  Jimmy did his business, washed his hands, and brushed his
teeth.  He opened the bathroom door, and there stood Charlie, grinning from
ear to ear.

"Get back in bed," he said.  "It's Sunday.  Let's sleep in a little, and
then discuss where we go from here."  He went into the bathroom, and did
his morning things, using Jimmy's tooth brush.

Jimmy suppressed a sob.  He was still afraid to look at Charlie.  He got
back in bed with his eyes staring at the floor.  He could scarcely believe
that after all these years, his dream might actually come true.  Charlie
got into bed and faced Jimmy.  Tentatively Jimmy reached down, found
Charlie's cock and started to fondle it.

"That feels so nice," Charlie said, and he reached down and fondled Jimmy.
"Why didn't you ever tell me how nice this is?"

"I never knew, Charlie.  I'm a virgin."

 "You're kidding me."

 "No, I swear."

 "Well, let's remedy that situation and quickly.  I never thought I could
do what I am about to do, but knowing I am about to give you as much
pleasure as you gave me, makes me want to do it more than I can describe to
you."

Charlie began to kiss Jimmy.  The tips of their tongues began to tickle
each other.  They both enjoyed the sensation for a while and then Charlie
began moving down Jimmy's hard, muscled body.  He thought of Roz's soft,
supple skin, and he hesitated for just a moment.  He returned to Jimmy's
body and began suckling his nipples.  He felt them hardening under his
tongue and he was amazed.  No woman had ever suckled his nipples, and he
could not believe that a man's nipples were an erogenous zone.

He moved down toward Jimmy's crotch, and was struck by the musky, masculine
scent.  It was intoxicating, not fishy like Roz's clit.  It was now or
never.  Jimmy was so hard and so ready.  Charlie ran his tongue up and down
Jimmy's cut penis, and all around his head.  He smiled to himself.  It
tasted sweet and wonderful, not at all like he would have expected.  He
wanted to devour it, and he took it in his mouth.  He tried to use only his
tongue and lips, and so he did his best not to let his teeth touch Jimmy's
precious tool.

It didn't take long before Jimmy was writhing, and moaning "Oh god," over
and over.  He gave out one long scream and came.  Charlie's first impulse
was to pull away, but Jimmy had swallowed his spunk, and he determined to
do as much.  Jimmy's cum tasted sweet and salty at the same time.  He
swallowed it all, and he had to smile to himself.  He had done pretty well
for his first time.  He slithered up to Jimmy and kissed him.  Jimmy could
taste his own cum.  The taste was not unfamiliar to him.

"There," Charlie said," you're not a virgin anymore."

"I'm a virgin until you fuck me," Jimmy stated with authority.

"I can't wait, but let's get up now and shower.  I want to take you out for
Sunday brunch, and we can continue making love after we eat.  God, I'm
having so much fun.  I hope you are too, Jimmy."

"Brunch for just the two of us is a fantastic idea," Jimmy agreed, "and
yes, I'm having the time of my life.  I have dreamed of this forever, and
you are making all my dreams come true.  Please tell me that you aren't
grossed out."

"Are you kidding?  I have never had better sex than you are giving me.  I
think I know the secret.  You are the first person I have ever had sex with
that I have loved.  I'm making love to you, Jimmy, not just getting my nuts
off."  He leaned over and kissed Jimmy.

They showered together, and had to restrain themselves from spending the
whole day under water.  Charlie finally broke it up by saying to Jimmy,
"Let's talk about Roz, and my future, at brunch."  He wanted to end his
sentence with `sweetheart,' but he just wasn't ready yet, and he couldn't
quite call a man sweetheart, even if he loved him.  He vowed to work on it.

At brunch, Jimmy finally told Charlie about his internet search, and about
what happened when he called Roz during Charlie's business trip.

"You should have told me," Charlie said without rancor.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"Thanks.  I guess I had to find out for myself.  Jimmy, come with me to my
apartment.  I want to ask Roz to clear out.  I'll be braver with you at my
side.


 "Sure."

"Also, will you handle my divorce?  I can't wait to serve the bitch with
divorce papers.  She cheated on me, and I don't want her to get one red
cent.  Her arrest records for prostitution will help me out."

The two men went to Charlie's apartment after brunch.  Charlie was shocked.
The apartment was cleared out; all Roz's clothes and all the furniture were
gone.  She was kind enough to leave his wardrobe and personal belongings.
Charlie found a note on the kitchen counter.

Sorry you walked in on me like you did, but you shouldn't have been such a
snoop.  You are a poor excuse for a husband anyway.  You make love like a
fag, and you don't make enough money to make me happy.  I won't give you
any problem about a divorce.  I'm moving in with a millionaire.  He was one
of my tricks, and all he cares about is that I continue to make love to him
like a prostitute.  He doesn't expect me to marry him.  I'll call your
office on Monday, and give you an address and telephone number where you
can reach me.  I can't say that it's been a ball.  Roz.

"What do you think of this, my divorce lawyer?" Charlie asked.  Jimmy
thought a very long time before he answered.

"Thank God you make love like a fag."  They broke out laughing, and
couldn't stop laughing all afternoon, even while making love in Jimmy's
apartment.

They fucked each other for the first time, and used condoms because they
had no way of knowing who Roz had been with, how careful she had been, or
the state of her health.


 When Charlie entered Jimmy, he cried out in delight.  "You are so tight
and hot.  No cunt ever made me feel this way.  I love you sweetheart.  I'll
love you forever."

"I love you too, my darling soul mate," Jimmy answered back.  I can't wait
to feel what you are feeling."

"You will darling, a million times before we die.  Let's get tested soon,
and ditch the rubbers."

It was with great reluctance that they got up the next morning and went to
work.

"Are you as happy as I am?" Jimmy asked on the way.

"I don't know how happy you are, Love, but you can't possibly be happier
than I am."

They kissed before they left Jimmy's apartment, and then they became all
business like, at least until they could get back in bed that night.