Little Red Pill
The condo was just what Spence was looking for. It was nice and spacious and had all the amenities you could want. The building was nice and exclusive and you had to be approved by the homeowner's association to buy there. Luckily, Frank, who was showing him the condo, was not only the building manager, but also the head of the association.
"So, do you like what you see?" Frank asked.
"I really do." Spence responded.
"Great! Why don't we go next door to my place and talk about specifics." Frank invited.
"That would be great." Spence answered.
It was only a short walk down the hall to Frank's condo. His place was tastefully furnished in an ultra-modern motif. It gave the impression of being Spartan and very masculine. That seemed to fit with Frank's personality. He was a big man; over six feet tall and probably two hundred pounds. He seemed to be very fit for a guy who was probably at least sixty and with the exception of a slight beer belly, most of his weight was muscle rather than fat. Unbeknownst to Spence, Frank was also a very dominant gay man. He was a man who was happiest when he had a boy to serve him. He did not have a boy currently and he found Spence to be very attractive material. He liked his boys short and slight and Spence fit the bill nicely.
"How about something to drink?" Frank offered.
"Sure."
"I have coffee or tea or soft drinks. But, shit, it's already after five; how about something with a little more kick to it?" Frank asked amiably.
"That sounds good." Spence answered.
"Name your poison." Frank smiled. "I have a fully stocked bar."
"How about a scotch on the rocks? Single malt if you have."
"Comin' right up!" Frank smiled.
Frank poured drinks for them and led Spence to the couch in the living room. Frank smiled at Spence as they sat down on opposite ends of the long couch. He intended to question and probe until he could find the key to getting Spence into his bed and ultimately getting him to totally surrender to him.
"So, I need to put on my homeowner's association hat." Frank started. "Tell me about you."
"Well, I'm retired; sixty-one years old." Spence started.
"You could have fooled me." Frank interrupted. "You could pass for much younger than that."
"Thanks."
"Do you have family that will be moving in with you?" Frank asked.
"No. It's just me." Spence answered.
"It says on your application that you're married." Frank stated.
"Yes, I am. But it's a complicated situation." Spence responded.
"How so?"
"My wife and I have grown apart over the years and I finally decided that it was time for me to live alone. The situation has just become unbearable. So I'm moving out of the house; hopefully to this condo. We're only staying married for financial reasons."
"Sorry to hear that." Frank sympathized. "Does that mean I should expect wild sex orgies next door?"
"No." Spence laughed. "I'm quiet and fairly conservative and these days it takes a little blue pill to even get it up."
"My wife had the same problem." Frank laughed.
"I didn't realize that you were married." Spence responded.
"Well, no longer married. My wife, Robert, and I were together for over fifteen years. But he was killed in an auto accident about a year ago."
"I'm so sorry." Spence replied.
"Thanks." Frank answered. "Anyway, we were talking about your 'problem.' Robert had the same problem. As he got older he had trouble getting it up and finally his dick just went limp on me. That's when I had to give him the cure."
"The cure?"
"Yeah. It's an old gypsy thing." Frank said with a twinkle in his eye.
"You're a gypsy?" Spence asked incredulously.
"No, no." Frank chuckled. "But my mom came from a long line of gypsies. And my grandma used to dabble in the occult arts. She was a real wildcat. I think she was still fucking when she was in her eighties. My granddad's dick went limp when he hit his sixties, but grandma wasn't having any of that. She concocted her own potion and put it in pill form. She would feed grandpa the pills and he would get stiff as a board. Then grandma would fuck his brains out. And the great thing about grandma's little red pill was that you didn't have to take it forever; after about a month or less, your 'problem' was cured."
"That's quite a story." Spence said. "You could make a fortune if you actually had a pill like that."
"But I do." Frank responded. "Grandma passed the formula on to me. When Robert's dick stopped working, I made the pills and fed them to him. After taking them for about a week straight, his ED was totally cured and we fucked and sucked like we were kids again."
"You should bottle them and sell them." Spence said. "You could compete with Viagra and make a fortune."
"Nah, let the folks buy their Viagra and shit. I'll keep my pills for my special friends. You could be my special friend." Frank smiled invitingly and moved closer to Spence on the couch. "I'd be happy to give you one of my special pills." Frank said as he placed his hand on Spence's knee.