Friend's visit to Fort Lauderdale
Cajuncock
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Shortly after retiring I grew sick of cold, snowy northern winters and headed to Fort Lauderdale with its sunny beaches, gay friendly reputation and inexpensive condos. I'd invested well in the decade before retiring. I had a nice 2 bedroom condo with all the amenities. I did expect an occasional visitor escaping the north. I soon fit into the local gay scene, mainly in one of the gay ghettos.
One Monday evening I got a call from an old friend in DC. He was coming down for an art fair in Miami and asked if I could put him up for the coming weekend. I told him sure and to send me the details and I'd pick him up. He assured me that he intended to rent a car for the weekend so there was no need. He told me that he'd call when his plane landed. Now Bill held a high paying government job and had an extensive art collection. His house was filled (stuffed) with all kinds of collectables. Some would call him a bit prissy about art. But I thought every gay man needed a hobby.
Friday, I'd just gotten back from the gym and the pool when my phone rang. Bill was about to pick up a car and needed to get directions from the car rental people to get to my place. I gave him the address and told him I'd be there all afternoon. I really had intended to ogle the grounds crew boys at the complex. I'd stocked up on booze and snacks. He arrived an hour later, having gotten lost on the way. Typical, he'd rented a convertible tank sized car. I got him settled in the guest room and fixed a pitcher of drinks. We sat on the patio talking and drinking until it was dinner time. He insisted on taking me out. So we went to a little Cuban place in the neighborhood. The ladies there all knew me since I stopped by every week for lunch. Bill ordered a fancy drink and I ordered a beer, my usual. The waitress looked at me shaking her head. The young Cuban bartender waved to me. I confessed to Bill that he was an occasional bed mate of mine.
We spent a hour 2 hours over dinner talking about DC and my new life in Florida. I told him of my involvement with the gay nudist group. He was shocked. Now he was not the type to bare his body, such as it was, to anyone outside of his bedroom. As we finished, he asked about the gay bar scene. I agreed to give him a bar tour. We hit three of the more popular places and I suggested that we end the night at my favorite leather bar. He was all for it. Since he was driving, we took a bit longer to get there. Once inside I introduced him to the owner and my favorite hunky bartender. Another fancy drink was ordered and I had a beer. We went out on the rear enclosed patio where most of the action took place. Prim and proper Bill was a bit uncomfortable surrounded by muscled leather men. As we stood drinking, a fuck buddy of mine, Fred, came up. Now this man was not known for being shy. The fact that we were fuck buddies was the topic of bar gossip. We had a strange chemistry. We were not exclusive but every time we'd meet in the bar we immediately started making out. I introduced Fred to Bill. Fred immediately put his hand down the back of my jean cut offs to finger my hole. Within minutes we were hot and heavy. I told Bill that I'd meet him back at the condo. At this point Fred had opened my shirt and was licking my nipples. We had to leave right away.
Back in the condo we waisted no time in getting naked. He nibbled my neck as he used his hands to dock our cocks with his generous foreskin. He knew how to push all of my buttons. A pile of cloths were left by the front door. The dogs were whining at my bedroom door. We fucked for an hour switching top to bottom. We took a break and Fred went to the kitchen to mix us some drinks. As usual he was naked with that thick, long monster cock dangling down. He came back with the drinks and laughed "Your buddy was in the kitchen getting a drink when I walked in. I thought his face was going to fall off seeing me naked." I laughed telling him that Bill really didn't know the wild side of my life. We went back to fucking loudly for a few more hours. Fred had to go home to get ready for work. So we kissed at the door just as Bill came out for a cup of coffee. I could tell he was curious. But I held my mouth shut until Bill had to ask. "Is he your boyfriend?" I laughed explaining that Fred and I were casual fuck buddies with no commitments.
For the rest of the weekend Bill was unusually quiet. We went to brunch on Sunday before Bill had to fly back. He commented that he'd never seen this new side of me. I explained that living in south Florida does strange things to one's outlook on life. Fred and I care for each other. In fact, he comes by at least once a week to make sure I'm ok. Our physical thing is part of who we are. We satisfy a need in each other. But we recognize that being exclusive would mean a commitment we are not ready for.
A week later I got an EM from Bill. He said that he was happy for me to have found such a wonderful new life style. He hoped that when he finally retired he could also find that kind of life. I smiled and reached over to hug Fred. We were both naked getting ready for a take out order from our favorite Cuban restaurant. The cute delivery boy always got a special tip and left with a big smile on his face.