Fritz & Greg's Rooming House Ch. 04

All participants are over 18.

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The seasons changed, my college year ended and I went back home for the summer, having already paid Fritz my deposit on my room for the autumn. Back in my home town, I decided to widen my sexual repertoire and test myself. Since I had stayed with Fritz and Greg, sex had been oral and anal. I had yet to take my first woman. I am not half bad-looking and I managed to get laid by five different girls that summer. The experience was anti-climactic. Vaginal sex was pleasant enough, but I had felt just as good or better with my cock in Greg's firm asshole. The girls' oral skills were also nothing compared to Greg's and they didn't like it if I came in their mouths. None of the girls would let me take them in the ass. I found myself longing for the school year and a return to my adventurous rooming house life.

The months flew by and at the end of August I presented myself. Greg gave me a big hug and even grumpy old Fritz seemed happy enough to see me now that I was firmly under his control.

They had a surprise for me. In the months I had been away, Fritz had a contractor build an addition on to the back of the house. There was a new room for let this year. I was pleased for my landlords that they were thriving in their retirement, but I felt guarded about the idea of an additional man living here. What would this mean for Fritz, Greg and me?

The previous year, I had drunkenly made a pass at Greg and we ended up having an affair right under Fritz's nose. When Greg and I were together, I was always the top. When Fritz eventually discovered us fucking, he evened the score by making me his bottom like Greg. From then on, Greg and I were allowed to do our thing when we pleased, but we were also at Fritz's bidding to serve him in bed as submissive bottoms whenever he wanted us.

Now sixty-four, Fritz looked every one of his years. He had an outdated silver brush cut. He had jowls, a double chin and a sagging body. However, despite appearances, Fritz was still a powerful man and he had a sex drive that would have been creditable in a man half his age. He typically took his husband in bed about three times a night, three times a week. I could hear it easily from my room. Once he broke me, he took me both with Greg and on his own whenever the spirit moved him. My ass was well broken-in... and I wouldn't have it any other way. I had come to really love my landlords almost like family.

I was hoping this year would play out like the last with the three of us finding our way into bed together often to our very great satisfaction. Could that still happen with a new roomer in the house? The new tenant showed up the same day I did and I cursed the fact that Fritz, Greg and I wouldn't have the house to ourselves that night.

The new tenant was named Simon. He was my age, nineteen, he was also tall and almost freakishly lean; his arms and legs looked elongated. He was a good looking young man though. I found myself speculating on the length of his organ, but I couldn't steal a look at his crotch.

I wasn't the only one who noticed Simon. Fritz gave him a long look and when they shook hands, Fritz held Simon's hand in his powerful grip for a few seconds longer than seemed appropriate. Fritz personally showed Simon to his room. I'd never seen Fritz that solicitous before. As they walked away, Fritz looked back over his shoulder at Greg and me. He winked.

That evening, Greg cooked supper for everyone as board was included in our rent. We sat around the dining room table talking for a while and then we moved to the living room. That room has two comfortable chairs and a love seat. Greg caught my eye as we entered the living room and covertly gestured for me to sit down in one of the chairs. Greg did the same. That left the love seat for Simon and Fritz to share. It seemed a plan was unfolding.

In this jurisdiction, nineteen was legal drinking age, so Greg poured us each a drink without breaking any laws. The small talk carried the evening as we students talked about our vacations and our new courses. To my surprise, Fritz was amiable and conversational. He seemed to keep Simon talking. As the night wore on, the drinks continued to flow with the conversation. Apparently a lightweight, Simon was drunk before eight o'clock.

Fritz carried Simon up to his room with surprising ease for a man his age.

What happened next, I wasn't aware of until much later, when Simon himself told me what he half-remembered in his state of drunken consciousness. Fritz lay Simon down on the bed and slowly, methodically stripped him of all of his clothing. Then Fritz knelt beside the bed and began to caress Simon.

"Are you awake?" Fritz asked in a clear whisper.

"Yes," Simon mumbled.

"Do you feel my hand caressing you?" He circled a nipple and gave it a soft pinch.

"Oh, yes," Simon said.

"Do you like that feeling, Simon?"

"Yes... feels good."

Fritz let his fingers wander across Simon's chest and down to his abdomen where he continued to trace little circles. His fingers were barely touching Simon... just enough to tantalize. Fritz's hand drew ever nearer Simon's genitals and they responded.

"Do you feel that?"

"Mmmm... Yes. It feels so good."

"How good?"

"It's like little fireworks going off all over my body."

"Do you want to feel more fireworks, Simon?"

"Oh, yes, please."

"Maybe you should ask me."

"Please, can you make me feel more?"

"Call me Daddy."

"Please, can you make me feel more, Daddy?"

Fritz smiled and left off tracing circles with his fingers so he could seize Simon's full erection. Simon did not have a particularly large penis, but it was as capable of feeling as any. Simon let out a long, high sigh as Fritz began stroking his cock. It was a rough handjob and very sensual. Each time his hand came back to the head of Simon's dick, he stroked that most sensitive area lightly with his thumb. It wasn't long before Fritz read the signs: the young man was close to coming. Suddenly, Fritz came to a complete stop.

"Oh, no... why have you stopped?" Simon slurred.

"Why have you stopped, Daddy?" Fritz corrected him.

"Oh, why have you stopped, Daddy?"

"Because you're going to come soon and I don't think you're prepared for what that will entail for you."

"I don't care, Daddy. Please, I'm so close."

"But you are quite drunk and maybe you only know half of what you're saying."

"I Know zackly what I'm saying..."

"Really? Let's hear you ask for what you want."

"I want to finish..."

"Be specific. And ask."

"Please, Daddy, will you give me a handjob and make me come?"

"Are you really asking a man old enough to be your grandfather to perform a sex act on you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I see. Then you should know that if we do this now, there will be repercussions for the future. As I pay you, such will you owe me. If you want me to please you now, you must agree to please me in the future."

Simon was just horny. His sober, straight self would never have begged an old man like Fritz to molest him like this. But he was so horny after that handjob...

"I agree... Daddy!"

"You will come to me when I demand it."

"I'll do it, Daddy! Please get me off!"

Fritz resumed his ministrations and in due course, through much huffing and heavy breathing, Simon ejaculated all over Fritz's hand and himself.

"Remember your promise," Fritz said sharply and left the bedroom. It almost sobered Simon up to think of what the consequences of this decision were likely to be, but soon he fell off in an abyss of dream-troubled sleep, still mired in his own drying cum.

The next day, we were all sitting for breakfast at the circular dining room table. There was only room at the table for four people, and even then it didn't allow much elbow room. Simon was very quiet, but even as I talked easily with Greg, I noticed that Simon seemed irritated. No, not irritated. Distracted. The look on his face alternately showed signs of pleasure and distress. He was sitting beside Fritz and I perceived something strange about Fritz's posture. He seemed to be leaning forward but he didn't have his hands on the table. On a suspicion, I "dropped" my spoon and bent over to pick it up, snapping my head around to see what was going on under that side of the table.

Fritz's hand was in Simon's lap, fondling his junk through his pants.

Why, the sly old dog, I thought, not yet aware that this was not Fritz's first or closest encounter with Simon's genitals. As one of Fritz's bottoms, I felt no resentment at his efforts to take a new lover. I just found myself deeply aroused. Fritz was not classically handsome, but he had a rough appeal to which I was not immune. Apparently, neither was Simon, judging from the fact that he was putting up no resistance.

I finished my breakfast and went to my room. Greg went to the kitchen to do the dishes. I couldn't wait to see what happened next with Fritz and Simon. I kept my bedroom door open a crack and from there I could see and hear what was happening in the dining room.

"Stop it now," Simon said in a hushed tone. "You got what you wanted, now leave me alone!"

"Got what I wanted? This, just now, that was for you to feel good. What do you suppose I got out of it?"

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you to come to me when I demand it, as you promised."

Promised? So, this wasn't their first private discussion.

"I was drunk."

"No, you convinced me that you knew what you were doing."

"You took advantage of me."

"You're the one who got off."

I was a little fascinated by the whole scene. Simon was clearly frustrated, and I never saw Fritz so calm. He was usually so irritable. I surmised that he was enjoying his sparring with Simon; he was amused. Fritz was clearly in a contest of wills with the young man, but his attitude was that of a man who had already won. Simon, on the other hand, looked about ready to cry.

Fritz put a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I won't let it be anything but a good experience for you. I promise."

This from the man who often took me roughly from behind. Mind you, I didn't really resist Fritz. And he did give me pleasure.

Simon got up from the table and headed for his room in the addition. As he walked, I saw a big wet spot right in the middle of his crotch. His trouser snake was clearly outlined. My own penis twitched with surprising interest. Even though I had been a top and a bottom in gay sex, I still clung to the notion that I was just an unusually open-minded straight guy. It was a notion Simon appeared to share.

I was hot after seeing Fritz and Simon butting heads. I went and rutted for a while with Greg. When we were done, I asked him about Fritz's interest in our new boarder. Greg knew only about as much as I knew about his husband's plans: just that he had designs on Simon.

Fritz and Greg had an interesting relationship. When Greg and I started our affair, I think Fritz was most annoyed because we tried to keep it from him. Fritz did not try to keep his attempted seduction of the boy (for that's what it had to be) a secret from either of us. I guess he lived by his own code. Greg made no fuss, feeling he hardly could after cheating on Fritz.

Simon later told me what it was like for him to be pursued by Fritz.

"I was scared of this powerful old man who had manipulated me into making a promise. But I was raised the way that a promise is binding, no matter what. So, as the days went by, I began to reconcile myself to the fact that I would have to keep my word. I began trying to imagine the worst things he would possibly want me to do. And then a very strange thing happened: as I imagined the worst things, I got wood. I couldn't believe it."

Fritz played it cool. He left the boy alone for the most part except for the occasional pat on the shoulder at supper time or an innocuous pinch. He may have massaged him through his pants a few times at the dining room table. I saw some of this happening and each time, Simon got hard. I could tell the dread was transforming into anticipation.

Fritz picked his moment. Greg and I went shopping every Thursday night (it was also our "date" night). As Simon later detailed, as soon as we were out for the evening, Fritz came straight to Simon's bedroom and said "it's time". That could only mean one thing: an end to waiting. Simon didn't know whether he was terrified of what would be asked of him or relieved that it should all be over soon.

Fritz entered the room. He set a small jar on Simon's dresser. Then he sat on the bed and asked a question.

"Who am I?"

"Daddy," Simon said without delay. Fritz was pleased. The youth remembered more of that night than he thought.

"Yes. What did Daddy do for you?"

"You made me come, Daddy." The shame hung off his words.

"I've made a lot of people come. You're not special."

"Yes, Daddy."

"It's been over a week since we made our pact. I have fulfilled my side of it. Now it is for you to do your part."

"I will, Daddy."

"I want you to make me come and you have two hours to do it in, so I don't want you to rush along."

"Daddy... do you want... a handjob?"

"You know what makes me come? If someone does what I tell them to. That's how to make me come. Will you do what I say?"

Simon felt cornered, like he had nowhere to jump, so he lowered his head in shame and said, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good. First, let's see that naked body again. Strip down. Slowly."

Simon peeled his clothes off. When he was down to his underwear, Fritz told him to turn around.

"Good. Now stay turned that way and take your underwear off."

Simon had to bend over to free his briefs from his feet. A puckered asshole stared at Fritz. I can just imagine his mouth was watering. When Simon straightened up, Fritz told him to turn around to face him. The boy was flushed a deep crimson from the neck up. His medium-size penis was standing up and doing little push-ups in the air.

"So far, you're not finding this so bad, apparently."

"No, Daddy." Simon answered because he thought he was supposed to.

"Now come over to me."

The naked boy stood at the foot of the bed between Fritz's legs. Fritz stood up suddenly and the two of them were face-to-face, or face to shoulder given the height differential. Fritz was only about five and a half feet tall, short against Simon's six feet. They stood an inch apart. Fritz stayed that way, testing the boy. He was impressed when he didn't step back.

"It's time for you to take off my clothes," Fritz said.

"Yes, Daddy," Simon answered obediently and now he did step back to give him the room to perform his assigned task. Fritz reached his arms up and Simon slipped his t-shirt up over his head and off. He folded it and put it on a chair in the corner to Fritz's amusement. Then he reached for Fritz's belt buckle, but he couldn't see it under the overhang of Fritz's great belly. He reluctantly fell to his knees so he could look up at the problem. He unbuckled the belt, opened the fly and pulled Fritz's pants down. Fritz lifted one foot at a time to assist the youth in freeing the pants from his feet. The folded pants joined the shirt on the chair. Next were the socks. Then he couldn't avoid it anymore. He had to look up.

He was eye-to-eye with Fritz's crotch. His underwear hid the fine detail but the outline of Fritz's cock and balls was plain to see. Simon looked up and made eye contact with Fritz. The old man waggled his eyebrows and nodded.

Simon sighed with resignation. He grabbed the underwear by the waistband and pulled down. Again, Fritz stepped out of them. This time when Simon looked up, he was staring into Fritz's sizeable one-eyed monster. It was long, thick and quickly engorging with blood. At its base was a nest of greying pubic hair, and below were two big balls. Fritz was impressed in spite of himself. The old troll had a beautiful cock.

A beautiful cock? Simon wondered where that gay thought came from. He was straight.

"You like it. I can tell."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Why don't you reach out and touch it?"

"Yes, Daddy." With so little urging, Simon found his hands exploring Fritz's genitals. He pressed fingers into his pubic bush, which was fuller than his own. He handled the erect penis and fondled the great testicles beneath.

"Why don't you smell it?"

Without hesitation, Simon leaned in and inhaled the pubic bush above the penis. When he heard an appreciative moan from above, he carried on, smelling the cock and the balls before sweeping the ball-sac up so he could smell in behind them.

"Lick it now."

Again, there was no hesitation. Simon extended his tongue and began lapping at the hair and the salty skin.

"Now you know I want you to suck it, and whether you admit it or not, you know you want to suck it."

Simon leaned back to look up into Fritz's eyes. Behind them Simon saw a will greater than he could ever hope to possess. He was coming to see that he was only deserving of this subservient role to more forceful men.

"I want to suck it, Daddy."

"Good. There's one hitch. If I let you do this because you want to, you will still owe me service. Agreed?"

Once more, Simon sighed. He completely capitulated.

"Yes, Daddy. I will still owe you service."

"Whatever I may ask, whenever I ask it."

Simon sobbed. Part of him felt the shame of his total surrender. "Whatever you want, whenever you want. Yes, Daddy."

"Alright," Fritz grinned down at him. "Get on that cock. And remember to rub the balls a little."

Simon couldn't answer because he had a testicle in his mouth. He sucked on them while he jacked Fritz's ample cock. He took the tip into his mouth and found it salty. He licked a droplet of pre-cum out of the slit in Fritz's cock helmet. He washed his tongue under and around the glans, knowing how much he liked that himself. He began to suck at the cock, creating a vacuum in his mouth that would feel good to Fritz. He held a hand at the root of the shaft and jerked him off in time to his bobbing back and forth.

Fritz started moaning and groaning and by the time he was ready to come, he was howling. The boy was apparently a natural cocksucker. Fritz's load was too big for Simon to swallow and rivulets of cum ran off his jaw and formed puddles on his chest and the floor below. His fears that he would be sick were unfounded.

How did Simon feel? He told me later that he was ashamed to have been aroused through the whole experience of his domination by Fritz. How could he feel this way if he was not actually a natural submissive? He just had no will to resist Fritz.

I may be more attracted to Greg, but I understand the strange appeal of that virile troll, Fritz, as well.

As an example of his virility, Fritz explained to Simon that he was ready to go again. Since the blowjob was now seen as "a favour" to Simon, Fritz intended to collect the service he was owed. He told Simon to get on the bed on his hands and knees.

"We're going to have a rodeo!"

Simon was terrified. He had always been protective of his ass, even against girlfriends who were into anal play. Now his agreement to serve Fritz's will anywhere, any time, had left him vulnerable. That great cock would split him in two.

Even as afraid as he was, he got on the bed and assumed the demanded position. He wasn't sure if he was being compelled by the ingrained need to keep his word, or if some part of him truly wanted to complete his total surrender to Fritz. Simon had been in love and he had been infatuated, but no woman had ever possessed such a fraction of this much power over his will.

From this angle, Simon had but to turn his head to the left to see his reflection in his dresser mirror. The bulky man behind him had snatched up the jar and fiddled with the lid. When he had it open, Simon watched the reflection of three fingers dipping into the lubricant. Simon was able to watch as Fritz used his fingers to spread the lube inside the crack of his ass. He felt the fingers probing around his anus and he flinched when the first finger went up his bunghole. He inhaled sharply, and somehow his ass loosened a little. As a second finger joined the first, Simon sighed with unexpected pleasure. The third and fourth fingers stretched him and he felt his ass being modified for use as a sex object. His breathing was heavy.