Hot and Humid

 by: Hankster

© 2010 by the Author

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My name is Godfrey.  Don’t laugh.  I’m a Brit.  People call me Godfrey.  Nobody wants to shorten it to God.   

I have a friend named Ralph.  Everybody calls him Ralphie.  His companion of thirty-two years died of cancer two years ago.  Ralphie lives next door to me on the third floor of a high rise in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.  He is sixty-two years old, two years older than I am.  He stands an even six feet tall and he’s too skinny, so he looks like a bean pole.  Even though he could use a little more meat on him, I personally think he’s a very attractive man

He’s not all skin and bones.  The remains of past glories are evident.  Some residual muscle and sinew give his body some texture.  He is almost hairless, but he has a thick bush of pubic hair.  His cock is cut, and it hangs about four inches flaccid.  He still gets hard to six inches.  Gravity and time have wreaked havoc with his ball sac, which hangs a good two inches below the tip of his cock.  His hair is still mostly a golden brown, but there is enough gray to hint at his age.  His chin is square and manly.  His eyes are what attract me the most.  They are a beautiful emerald green.  Sometimes, they seem dull to me and sometimes they shine as if they were made of enamel.  

We are good buddies and have many mutual friends.  Our social lives are not lacking, and if anything, we are too busy.  A quiet night at home is a welcome rarity.  We are not lovers, but when tricks are slim, we sometimes have sex together just to relieve the tension in both of us.  We always enjoy both our social and intimate times together, and I have often wondered why our relationship has never blossomed beyond being good pals.

Our apartment building is located in a section of Ft. Lauderdale called Wilton Manors.  I say it is a section of the big city, but actually Wilton Manors is separately incorporated, and has its own municipal free loading politicians, just like any other city. 

Right across the street from us there is a gay bar and restaurant, one of many in the area.  This one, I’ll call it, Day’s End, (They take enough of my money.  I don’t need to give them any free publicity by using their real name.) caters to an older crowd.  If someone under forty is there, you can bet he’s looking for a daddy.  Ralphie and I have no delusions about that, should one of the “youngsters” approach us. 

The restaurant has outdoor tables which are rarely used.  In the winter it is too cool and windy, and in the summer it is steaming hot, humid and even windier.  More often than not, Ralphie will be the only one availing himself of outdoor dining, or should I say outdoor sipping?  Ralphie will buy a drink, retreat to an outdoor table, and keep that drink alive for hours.  That brings me to the reason, dear readers, that I have decided to tell you this tale.

My good friend Ralphie has a fetish.  I was going to say terrible fetish, but that would be unkind and certainly unfair.  A fetish is a fetish, and I am a real believer that a person’s fetish is as sacred as any admission in a confessional.  Whatever turns you on should be treated with respect and tolerance. 

It is no secret that summertime in South Florida is hot, humid, sticky and downright intolerable, but not to Ralphie.  He is obsessed with sweaty, young, and hard as nails, male bodies.  On the streets of Wilton Manors you will often sight young gods jogging in just their gym shorts, or gliding along on skate boards in a state of near nakedness.  Their bodies drip with manly sweat.  The sweat sparkles in day light, and shines even brighter at night by street light.  The aroma of the heady man scent wafts across the air to Ralphie’s nostrils.  He can sit for hours at his outdoor table to sniff the magnificent bodies, and to enjoy the eye candy these men are offering him. 

When one of them jogs by, Ralphie hides his erection under the table, but his palm rests on his package and he strokes gently.  He has no hopes that one of these sweaty specimens will come on to him, but he gets off on just watching their bodies dripping and glistening from their exertions.  Sometimes when Ralphie’s horniness peaks, he will ignore the tent in his shorts, run into the bar, and pull me out.  We will go to one of our apartments and fuck our brains out.  I have no complaints about a little nookie, and maybe that’s why I am so tolerant of Ralphie’s fetish.

One exceptionally hot, sticky day, Ralphie sat at his table.  He was wearing bare minimum for him; a tank top shirt, no underwear, a pair of shorts and flip flops.  Ralphie saw a running figure coming toward him.  He was jogging at a pace which was beyond reasonable for this kind of weather, and in this climate.  Suddenly the man hunched over.  He continued to run doubled up for a few yards further, and finally came to a halt right in front of Ralphie.  He sat down right on the concrete sidewalk, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Ralphie immediately went to his assistance.  The sweat was coming out of every pore in the man’s body.  Ralphie smelled the sweat and felt it.  His whole body tingled, along with his cock.  He helped the man to his feet and sat him at his table.  He handed the jogger his drink, which was now nothing but water from the melted ice cubes.

“Drink this,” Ralphie ordered. “I’ll be right back.”  In minutes Ralphie returned with a damp cloth and a tall glass of water without ice.  He put the wet cloth on the man’s head and bade him drink some of the water – slowly.

This gave Ralphie an opportunity to study the man.  He was about five feet, nine inches  tall and solidly built.  He appeared to be in his late forties, as evidenced by a receding hair line.  His thinning hair was dark red and left evidence of the red headed, freckled face kid, he might once have been.  He had blue eyes set a little too close together., but it didn’t mar his exceptionally good looks.  Ralphie had never really gotten a good look at the guy’s package.  Things had happened too quickly and now the table covered his manhood.

The man’s breathing was very slowly returning to normal.  He was no longer gasping for air and his respiration rhythm was nearly steady.  Ralphie just stared at him, enjoying the aroma of his sweat, and gawking at how it ran down his chest in tiny rivulets. He waited for the man to speak.  At long last, the man put down his glass and extended his hand for Ralphie to shake.

“Thank you,” he said simply.  Ralphie just nodded at him, trying desperately to drink in as much of the man’s scent as he possibly could.  “My name is Leonardo,” the man said.  “Don’t ask me why?  I’m not Italian.  Last name’s Chandler, in fact.  My friends call me Leo.”  He hesitated and then added, “My former friends that is.”

Ralphie vowed to investigate that last remark a little further.  It sounded so ominous.  “I’m Ralphie,” he said, shaking Leo’s hand.  “You haven’t been here in Ft Lauderdale very long, have you?” Ralphie asked.

“Just a few days.  How did you know?” Leo asked.

“No idiot would run at such a fast pace in this climate.  You are obviously oblivious to this fact.”

“You’re a regular Sherlock Holmes,” Leo observed.  “You’re absolutely correct.  I moved down from Portland, Maine just three days ago.  I’m staying at a motel, but I’ll be able to move into my own apartment early next week.  I just signed a lease this morning.”

“What brings you here?” Ralphie was nosy.  “Business?”

“In a way.  I’m a free lance film producer.  I have done a lot of work down here because I can film all year in every season.  I fell in love with the area and the gay friendly folks in Wilton Manors, so this is where I chose to relocate.” 

Ralphie’s cock tingled.  The guy was gay, but way too young for him, fifteen years or more too young.  Ralphie had to know more.  “But why move from your home if you can come down here as often as you need to?”

Leo started to laugh.  He was on to Ralphie’s probing.  “I guess you won’t be happy with less than my autobiography,” he said laughing.  He took a long breath and said, “I fell into the trap a lot of young gay men fall into.  I thought if I got married, had kids, lived in the main stream, I could kick the habit or at least bury it.”  He looked out at the street and yelled at nobody in particular,” “Hey young fools, if you’re gay, be gay.  Don’t try to be what you aren’t.”  Then he turned his face back to Ralphie’s and went on.

“I continued to have sex with men before and during my marriage.  Each time, after an encounter, I would swear never to do it again, but the urges were too strong.   The only thing I am grateful for is that we had no children.  My wife is a high powered attorney and she didn’t want any.”  Leo stopped his narrative and seemed to be gathering his thoughts.  Finally he continued.

“One day she went to Boston on a case and was supposed to be away for two nights.  I brought one of my fuck buddies home.  It was rare that we could spend a whole night together and we wanted to take advantage of the situation.  To cut to the chase, the opposing attorney pled for and got a continuance.  Sybil came home early and walked in on us while Frank was butt fucking me.  I have slept in a hotel ever since that night.  She sued for divorce, but it’s an easy divorce for me.  She makes more money than I do, and she doesn’t want anything except for me to get out of her life.”

Ralphie said, “I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Leo sighed.  “I’m happy and relieved.  I couldn’t have loved Sybil very much.  I find that I don’t miss her at all.”

To change the subject, Ralphie asked, “Where are you moving to?”

“To that building right across the street,” Leo said.  Ralphie’s eyes lit up in absolute delight.

“That’s where I live,” he proclaimed a little too loudly, “on the third floor.”

“No shit.  That’s great,” Leo said.  Ralphie hoped that he meant it.  “I’m on the second,” he added.

Suddenly Leo stood up and said to Ralphie, “I can’t thank you enough.  You probably saved my life.  I’ve put it off, but now that I signed the lease for the apartment, I’ve got to go buy some furniture.”

He was about to leave when he asked, “Maybe you can steer me to the best place to buy.  I don’t need anything expensive, just sturdy.”

“You’re in luck,” Ralphie said.  “I’m an interior designer.  I can get you better furniture, and with my discount, you’ll end up paying less than for inferior stuff.”

“Wow, you’d do that for me?  That’s fantastic,” Leo said grinning from ear to ear.  “It smells like I have to go home and shower and shave.  What do you say we meet back here in exactly one hour.”

“You’re on buddy,”  Ralphie said.  I’ll see you back here in exactly an hour.”

Leo took possession of his apartment on the following Wednesday morning. He and Ralphie spent an hour or so cleaning the place up, even though it was delivered exceptionally clean, newly carpeted, and freshly painted.  Leo’s affordable designer furniture arrived at 11:30 AM.  At 2 PM, a friend of Ralphie’s came over and installed window blinds, which were designed to block out sun and some heat.  As soon as the blinds were done, Ralphie took Leo to the Broward Mall, where they bought kitchen and bathroom accessories, linens, dishes, cutlery, assorted towels, knick knacks, wall art and just about anything else Leo would need to establish his new home. 

Two days later, Ralphie was hanging up the last picture in Leo’s designer decorated apartment.  Everything else was in place, and the apartment looked like Leo had been living there forever.  Leo came up behind Ralphie and put his arms around Ralphie’s waist.  He had to reach up to nibble Ralphie’s ear, but he did, and he kept nipping at Ralphie’s ear lobe.

“You’ve been a godsend,” Leo said.  “I couldn’t have done all this without you.”  Ralphie twisted around and stared into Leo’s eyes.  Leo had not previously realized what piercing green eyes, Ralphie had.  He was awestruck by the beauty of those eyes.  They were facing each other now, and Ralphie’s muscle memory came into play.  Without any conscious thought, he thrust his erection against Leo’s body, only to discover that Leo was in a similar state.”  They could only smile at each other.

Leo nodded toward the bedroom.  “My bed is still virgin,” he declared.  “Would you like to help me remedy that awful situation.”

Ralph had never let himself dream that this younger, handsome man would ever want to have sex with him.  He was speechless.  All he could do was nod his head and move toward the bedroom.

Nobody was in a rush, but still Leo said, “Slowly, love, slowly.”

Ralphie’s knees buckled.  He called me love he thought.  I must be dreaming.

They undressed each other very slowly, permitting their hands to wander across each other’s bodies.  When at last they stood facing each other, they allowed themselves plenty of time to examine the body that they were about to invade.  Ralphie stood three inches taller than Leo, but Leo was solid muscle and slightly stocky.  They probably weighed the same.  Ralphie was cut and six inches in his erect state.  Leo was uncut, at least a half inch longer, and slightly wider around.  His purple head protruded from his foreskin and Ralphie could not restrain himself.  He fell to his knees, cupped Leo’s balls in his hand and began to suckle the beautiful knob.

Leo gave Ralphie time to suck him to an extreme state of hardness.  Then he pulled away and said, “Ralphie, sweetheart, I want desperately to fuck you.”  Ralphie looked up at Leo and smiled.  He ran to a dresser drawer and removed condoms and KY Jelly.  He knew just where they were.  He had bought them and given them to Leo as a present. He had placed them in the drawer himself.  After he handed the condoms and the lube to Leo, he sprawled out on the new mattress, flat on his back.

Leo squeezed out a glob of the goo onto the fingers of his right hand.  He began to insert the lube into Ralphie’s ass.  He put on a condom and used more lube to coat his cock.  Ralphie was shivering in anticipation.  Leo positioned his cock at the entrance to Ralphie’s urging hole, and began to penetrate.  He tried to go slow, but he slipped in effortlessly.  He didn’t realize what an experienced old warhorse Ralphie was.

By now, Leo wanted desperately to cum, but he didn’t move a muscle.  He laid his body on Ralphie’s and began to kiss him.  Their lips parted and their tongues began a duel worthy of Zorro.  Leo could resist no longer and he began to pump slowly and sensuously.  His pulsating cock found Ralphie’s prostate, and Ralphie began to wiggle and moan in sheer ecstasy.  In fact, Ralphie came seconds before Leo spilled his jism into the condom.

They lay spent, holding and hugging each other until nature took its course and Leo slipped out of Ralphie’s bum hole.  Leo rolled over.  He was still wearing the condom.  “Next time we’ll change positions,” he said as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up.

When Ralphie heard Leo say next time his mind went into overdrive.  Leo wanted him.  He really wanted him.  It was not a one way street, nor a one night stand, as Ralphie had believed.

Ralphie jumped out of bed and followed Leo into the bathroom.  “Would you mind if we showered together?” Ralphie asked.  Leo didn’t answer.  He pulled Ralphie by the arm right into the shower stall.  In the shower they took extra delight in washing and soaping each other’s cocks, which had again risen and hardened.  Leo soaped Ralphie really good and turned his back to him.

“Fuck me,” he said, positioning himself.  Ralphie had to scrunch down a bit, but he lined himself up and started to enter without a condom.  Neither man gave it a thought.  He met more resistance than Leo had, but he got in and they started pumping in rhythm.  Ralphie reached around Leo and grabbed his cock.  He started stroking it, and it wasn’t long before he felt Leo’s cum coursing through his throbbing rod.  When Leo came, his ass constricted, and Ralphie came with a loud primeval scream.  His jism exploded into Leo’s guts.

When they were dressed, Leo said, “I’d like to take you to dinner tonight.”

“Haven’t you paid me enough?” Ralphie asked. 

“This isn’t payment,” Leo explained.  “Later maybe, when I go down on you, that will be interest on the payment, but tonight is a date.  I’m asking you out on a date.”

By now Ralphie believed that he was dreaming or maybe that he had died and gone to heaven.  He actually began to cry.

“Why are you crying?” Leo asked.

“Are you sure that you want to date an old fart like me?”

“You’re far from old,” Leo said.  “Anyway I go for older men.  The guy Sybil caught fucking me is seventy-one.”

“OK then, but I insist we go Dutch.”

“If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me.”

“I have one more request.”

“What’s that?” Leo asked.

“Please don’t call me Ralphie.  I hate it.  Call me Ralph.”

From then on, it was all uphill for them, and downhill for me.  Ralphie and Leo always ask me to join them for dinner and movies and stuff, and sometimes I do.  However, I lost the other side of Ralphie.  I lost my fuck buddy, but you need not fret for me.  I have plenty of others, but none like him.  Nonetheless, I couldn’t be happier for him, for both of them, and we are all still good friends.  That’s what matters.

Posted: 07/02/10