(Ding Dong) Charlie: Hey Charlie
Tom: Yes
Charlie: I have your pizza its $12.75 with Tax
The Pizza is Here
Tom: Sure, come on in and set it down on the table I just have to go upstairs and get my wallet I will be right back.
Tom: Shit, where did, I put my wallet. I’m looking everywhere for it and still can’t find it. When did I have it last, yesterday I think. Now, where was I. Oh, yea at Paul’s house; I probably left it on the counter after I paid for dinner last night. Fuck, now what am I going to do.
Charlie: Nice place here; how many are you?
Tom: I live here alone
Charlie: Tom, I have to go and need my money.
Tom: No, I’ll be right down one minute. It’s now 12:30 AM and I’m dam hungry now. I can’t go to Paul’s at this time; it’s late and he is sleeping. Charlie just graduated from college a year before me and I wonder...
Charlie: Do you have the money?
Tom: Just a second; am I your last delivery?
Charlie: Yeah
Tom: So that means your boss already subtracted this pie and paid you before you arrived, right.
Charlie: Yeah, so what Tom; I’m still short your $12.75 tonight plus a possible tip you usually give me.

Charlie is Straight I Think:
Tom: Charlie was a tall guy about 5’9, similar to my height with brown hair, amazing blue eyes and yes he was well built too. He had on his delivery hat, uniform white button-down shirt, and a pair of black denim jeans that hugged his ass, nicely. Just under his shirt was a black leather belt I was itching to get loosened. But I think Charlie is a straight guy from what I remember about him in college.

Charlie: You don’t have the money do you Tom.

Tom: To be honest I went to my friend Paul’s last night to play cards, paid for dinner and then I left it on his counter. I can’t get it now or even call him since its almost 1 AM as I know he as to be up at 5 AM for work.

Take them Off Tommy
Charlie: Take them off!
Tom: What Charlie?
Charlie: You heard me Tom; take off your pants.
Tom: No, I’m not doing that.
Charlie: You have been wanting me since we were in college and you now you will get me. You live alone so it’s not like anybody is coming home tonight. We both know that even if you brought someone back to his great home there would be a stick between their legs, thus making him a guy.
Tom: I never said anything
Charlie; You didn’t have to Tom; I caught you adjusting your crotch each time you left my company. Funny thing, there were no females anywhere around but plenty of guys.
Tom: Ah, I don’t think so Charlie.
Charlie: Yea, you don’t think so, then why do your jeans have a wet spot in the front.

Wet Spot on your Jeans Tommy
Tom: They don’t; it’s probably just some water from the sink when I washed my hands before.
Charlie: Nice try, they were dry when you answered the door and only got wet in the last two minutes you have been standing here. Should I lick your jeans to prove it to you now, because I will?
Tom: No
Charlie: Great, then take your pants off
Tom: No, I don’t want too
Charlie: Yea, you don’t want too, but your dick does. I’m going to count to five and if you have not removed the shirt, unbuckled your pants, unsnapped and unzipped them by the time I reach five; I will fucking do it.
Tom: No, you won’t, you only like the opposite sex.
Charlie: That was a cover in college; I’m going to start counting are you ready.
Tom: No

Counting to 5 or I will Strip you myself Charlie: Too bad, 1,2,3, ( you are going to have to be further along then just to your belt by now), 4,5 I don’t have time for your shit. I pull Tom toward me from his pants and quickly unbutton his snap. He moans, Ah, Then I glide his zipper down and reach my hands around his the back of his pants and yank his pants down. Next, I remove them from his legs so he is just standing in the kitchen with just his briefs on.