Fritz & Greg's Rooming House Ch. 02

My drunken Friday night encounter with Greg was my first ever gay sexual experience and I quickly decided it would not be my last.

That first quickie was followed by another hour of passion later that night. We went to my room where I enjoyed Fritz's sloppy seconds willingly. I heaved myself at Greg's ass, hammering until I came hard. It must have felt good for Greg too, given his moans and the fact that he ejaculated too. When that was done, Greg gave me my first real blowjob. His tongue set my nerves on fire and once I nearly screamed.

"Shhhh," Greg said. "Fritz will sleep if we don't make any noise."

I remembered the way I heard my landlords fucking upstairs in their bedroom earlier that night. The noise carried through the heating ducts. It made sense that the sound would travel both ways.

Greg's head bobbed over my cock until he teased out another load, which he swallowed with delight.

I loved the sex, but I wasn't into kissing as Greg was. He understood that I considered myself straight. Now that I was sober, I downplayed the encounter, telling Greg this incident was to be the exception, not the norm. We couldn't maintain an affair under the same roof as Greg's husband, Fritz. Greg nodded in agreement, but he had the slight smile of someone who knows something you don't know.

We said our good nights. Greg had a shower and snuck back into Fritz's bed. I fell back in my own bed, splayed naked across the mattress. With my exhaustion from this hot sex and a fatigue brought on by the alcohol I drank earlier in the evening, I fell unconscious quickly.

The next morning, I woke with wood and no regrets. I had been dreaming of Greg. If only he was in my bed that moment, I would enjoy all the relief a morning cocksucker can bring. I remembered my words of the night before. I told Greg that we could not continue fucking around with Fritz living here. It was the smart move.

Fritz was older than Greg, perhaps sixty or sixty-five to his husband's fifty. Despite the age difference, Fritz was definitely the stronger and more masculine of the couple. He was short and stout and kept his hair in a brush cut. While Greg assumed the more domestic duties, like cleaning and cooking, Fritz performed the traditional manly duties, tinkering in the workshop, working in the garage and maintaining the yard. He was a grumpy fellow and I usually steered clear of him to avoid his negativity. One thing could be said about old Fritz however. He was still a virile man. As I said, I could hear Fritz fucking Greg senseless through the pipes. This happened three times a night, three days a week. I hope I'm as potent when I hit his age.

It was early to be up on a Saturday morning. Nine o'clock. I dressed and as usual went out to the dining room for my breakfast (I paid both room and board). Greg was the cook and he was wearing a housecoat again, a different one this time; I happened to know the one he wore last night had cum on it from both Fritz and me. Greg was setting breakfast, bacon and eggs, on the table in my customary spot.

Our eyes met across the room.

I took the sight of Greg in. He had salt and pepper hair and he was tall and lean with just a bit of a sagging belly. His housecoat covered much, but it was a shorter robe than he had been wearing last night and it showed off more of his surprisingly shapely legs.

My voice was thick when I spoke. "Where's Fritz?"

Not good morning, or nice to see you, just where's Fritz.

His answer was breathy. "He's raking the lawn."

I went to the window and looked out. From the look of it, Fritz had just started work. I turned away from the glass and strode straight over to Greg and despite my earlier reservations took him in my arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. Later, I would not know where that came from. Then my hands were all over him and his all over me. I had him out of his housecoat before he could get my shirt off. My erection pressed against my pants as a naked man unfastened them and pulled them down out of the way for what we needed to do. In a second, we were both naked, our discarded clothing on the floor and table around us.

I felt Greg's ass as we continued French kissing ardently. I already knew that Greg's mouth could produce a powerful suction from the delicious blowjob he gave me the night before and even just thinking about that increased my excitement.

"Where do you want it?" I whispered into Greg's ear.

"My ass," he said. "Please take my ass!"

That's all I needed. I stood back from Greg and spun him around so I could bend him over the dining room table. Greg spread his housecoat over the table in front of him. I glanced at the window and saw Fritz at the far end of the yard bagging some leaves.

"Please take me," Greg said. There was so much want in his voice, I thought he was going to weep.

I was new to the world of gay sex so it didn't occur to me that I should be looking for lube. I spat on Greg's anus and rubbed my pre-cum against his hole. Fortunately, it was a well-used hole and yielded to me instantly. Greg groaned loudly.

"Oh, fuuuuuck..."

His tightness felt good to me too. Somehow, fucking him today felt hotter and dirtier. Maybe it was because Greg's husband was wide awake and home and I was stone cold sober. I sunk my cock up to the hilt in Greg's ass and he moaned. I began to slowly saw back and forth gently inside him. The sensation was driving us both crazy, but I was determined to make this encounter last as long as it could.

I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder as I fucked him. I whispered in his ear again.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes," he panted.

"Are you a married man who likes to get fucked by your boarders?"

"Yes."

"What does that make you?"

"A slut!"

"Yes... my slut!"

"Yes... all yours!"

I fucked him hard and this time I was considerate enough to do a reach-around. I didn't think of myself as gay, but doing your best to make sure your sex partner comes is just good manners. As it happened, we came together. I ejaculated in Greg's ass and he blew his load into the inside of his housecoat.

Just at that moment, we heard the sound of footfalls on the wooden steps out front, the very sound Fritz's work boots always made. Damn, I had forgotten to watch for Fritz in the yard.

"Jesus!" I said as I sharply withdrew my throbbing erection from Greg's ass. Greg made a sound as if he liked that feeling a lot, but he was as aware of the threat as I was. I ran around the dining room picking up my discarded clothes, then ran into my room to dress. I'd left Greg on his own, but he only had to put on his—oh, no! He only had to put on his cum-soaked housecoat!

The front door of the house opened on a living room and the attached dining room. I opened my bedroom door a crack so I could see and hear what happened next.

When Fritz came through the front door, he could see Greg standing at the dining room table, right where we had been fucking.

"Hello, dear," Greg said. His voice was too high and it was shaky.

Fritz grunted as he took off his boots. "What are you doing?"

"Polishing the table." He had no polishing spray or cloth in his hand.

"With what? Your hands?"

"Oh, silly me, I forgot to bring the rag and the polish over."

"Why is your colour up?"

"Is it? I don't know. I'm just a little tired."

"Why don't you go rest then?"

"You know, I think I will. Thanks for the idea." Greg walked over to Fritz, kissed him on the lips and skipped up the stairs toward their bedroom.

As Greg passed my door near the stairs, I saw a streak of cum running down the inside of his leg. I prayed that Fritz would not notice it.

It was bad enough that Fritz walked over to the dining room table and noticed a wet spot on the floor. He shook his head and seemed to brush off any ideas he might have had. He had only come inside to go for a piss, I realized, when he headed straight over to the bathroom next. When he was done, he put his boots back on and went outside again.

Now dressed, I went where no boarder had a right to be in this house: the upper floor. I opened the bedroom door and walked in on Greg, startling him. He had changed into pyjamas. He really was going to bed. He pulled back the covers and climbed underneath. He was trembling. Our close call with discovery had shaken him.

But it had excited me. I unzipped my fly and exposed my hard-on to Greg.

He gawked at me, disbelieving.

"We were just almost caught," he said. "Now you want to risk it again in my husband's own bed?"

My only answer was to climb onto the bed and set my knees above his shoulders so that I straddled him. My stiff cock hung over his face. Despite his fears, he licked his lips.

"Better do it before he gets back then."

Greg sighed with resignation. He couldn't say no. I felt like he couldn't resist me as he leaned up and took my dick in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on it but his mobility was restricted by the way I straddled him. It was much easier for me to fuck his face and, somehow, I knew that he had taken rougher play from Fritz. I began long-dicking his mouth, slowly filling his mouth and hitting the back of his throat before drawing back. As I suspected, Greg had long since learned to suppress his gag reflex. I slid in and out with ease, tantalized every step of the way by his talented tongue. Soon I was thrusting in and out of his mouth with speed, my excitement and stimulation mounting. I felt completely in control and totally aroused by my power.

After ten minutes of increasingly frantic face-fucking, I felt the contraction of my balls and asshole that signalled my coming ejaculation. I laughed out loud as I felt the sperm blasting out of my dick, and as my orgasm was sustained, I groaned long and hard in blind ecstasy. Blast after blast of hot white cum flooded Greg's mouth, but he was experienced and took it all. I stopped sawing in and out of his mouth and when I came to rest, Greg licked and sucked my cock clean and dry.

I jumped off the bed and packed myself and zipped up. I looked out the bedroom window and saw Fritz hard at work raking leaves near the end of the driveway. We were safe from discovery this time.

"You cum tastes like candy," Greg said, stretching his arms after being immobilized beneath my legs and ass. He licked his lips.

I laughed at my gay lover.

"Well, I have plenty more where that came from."

Greg purred. I left him to his nap, but as I left the room I reminded him to meet me in my room that night. Our scare was not about to end our new affair. We can keep Fritz in the dark indefinitely, I thought.

Time would show how wrong I was.