Chat Room Charlie — B.J. Scott

A cold snap and life in a new city lead Tom to the Internet chat rooms. He has never done this before, and only wants to find someone to talk to. Tom has no plans to hook up with anyone, but there is one guy who seems so nice that Tom cannot resist, and he agrees to meet him. Not knowing whether to expect a lover or a serial killer, Tom waits anxiously for the man who calls himself Chat Room Charlie.Excerpt:Tom was just about to leave the chat room and call it a night when this certain someone sent him a private message. Tom went back and talked with the man, whose code name was very familiar to him now, just shooting the breeze, but talking about nothing serious. Then the chat room guy asked if the two of them could talk on the telephone. “Sure,” Tom said, and the guy gave him his number. The mystery man asked if Tom could call him at eleven that night and Tom agreed. “Okay, sounds good,” Tom said. Tom didn't have a clue what to expect. He didn't have a picture to send to the guy, and the mystery man hadn’t offered to send Tom a picture of himself, either. He almost wished he hadn’t agreed, but what was the harm in a telephone call? ******When the two of them got back to Tom’s place, it was almost three in the morning, but from what Tom had seen so far, Charlie had definitely been worth waiting up for. Charlie parked his car, and under the streetlight the two men took a good look at each other. Charlie was much, much better looking than Tom had ever expected. He was taller than Tom, and absolutely gorgeous. Charlie was definitely tall, dark, and handsome, the dream of every man. ******Charlie had never had to back down before. Charlie had always had the upper hand in his sexual encounters, and he would be damned if he was going to give that up now.