THE FLAMING COCK OF TOLEDO

 THE FLAMING COCK OF TOLEDO

All was still, but not quiet. 

The air conditioning unit hummed in the background like a mutant bumble bee on heat, and the fridge buzzed like a drug crazed welsh hornet. In the corner of the room a large bed creaked as its incumbent scratched his balls and coughed. 

Although Raymondo was asleep, the overweight behemoth slumped in the bed was moving in an irregular and involuntary manner as he dreamed about his long list of unsuspecting and innocent female quarry. He lived alone, but lusted after many unsuspecting female colleagues, friends and associates.

 Various inadequacies had left him involuntarily without female company, although he had previously unsuccessfully dated a number of girlfriends in his callow and immature youth.  

As the alarm clock rang out is shrill screech, Raymundo opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. However, this action only managed to transfer gluttonous night emissions from his sticky hand to his face, and clog his peepers with foul smelling muck.

The heat in the room was overpowering, as Raymondo had slept with all the windows shut and the heating system turned up to its maximum limit due to a control unit error. The heating had won the battle against the creaking air conditioning unit, and the resulting extreme heat meant that his body was smeared with foul smelling sweat, and he stank of stale socks.  

However, the shower was not for him, and he quickly dressed for the days mercantile obligations.

Raymondo Toledo had been educated to a relatively high level as a child due to both his parents being qualified physicians, and employed at the local mental hospital.

 His mother was a relapsed alcoholic from Galicia and his father a defrocked Castilian priest, but this had not stopped them obtaining placements at the county asylum. Raymondo was also enrolled at the hospital, but not in a medical sense, but was gainfully employed as a mortuary assistant with additional duties in the adjoining crematorium. 

He often sat at the crematorium furnace in a trance like state, staring dewy eyed at the flickering flames through the glass inspection window. This would often bring a stirring to his loins and pleasurable excitement as his membership stood to attention in anticipation of the gas jets further igniting and increasing the intensity of the burn. 

Raymondo had always been aware that is sexual orientation was strange and somewhat disturbing, but had dismissed therapy as an unwanted intrusion in to his intricate and dangerous mind. His tendency to get an erection at the slightest glimpse of an unprotected flame had dubiously earned him the name of Toledo at an early age. He was unsure of the etymology in the structure or choice of the moniker, but had accepted it all the same.  

To be continued......