The Tenants: Spencer & Rocco

THE TENANTS

≈ SPENCER & ROCCO ≈

 

~ Two nice jocks ~

I have a small rental property at the outskirts of the town, it’s small apartment in an anonymous condo, nothing special, but I spent good money in renovating it, because I wanted to offer to someone less fortunate than me a decent and comfortable place they could call home. Money is not a problem for me, and since the beginning I decided to keep the rent very low: my only condition is that my tenants have to take good care of the house, just as much I took care of them, letting them live there almost for free.

My first tenant was Axel, a gorgeous man who still populates my dreams at night. He lived there, in one bedroom and a kitchenette, with his wife and his two kids, because he couldn’t afford anything more expensive, and he was so caring with his family that I would’ve let him stay there even for free, as long as he wanted. But after a year and a half he got a promotion and moved to a bigger apartment. I was happy for him and his family, but I still miss him  [1].

Ah, sweet memories! But I digress… After a few weeks, during which I had to fend off many requests by prostitutes, bad guys and junkies attracted by the extremely low rent, I accepted to meet two university students, whose small sports scholarship didn’t allow to afford a more expensive housing solution.

They arrived right on time, and when I opened my door I was pleasantly impressed by their looks, their polite way of addressing me and their wearing a tie… though judging by the knots it was probably the first time they wore it. They both were in their early twenties, and though physically very different, they were both very handsome, each one in his own particular way.

One was tall, blond, clean shaved and with a chiseled body under his tight shirt; he introduced himself as Spencer, and I noticed that he frequently glanced at his friend, in search of moral support. His understated, almost shy demeanor and his nice-guy overall looks were like a breath of fresh air.

His friend was shorter and more muscular, had a beautifully tanned skin, a rascal glare under his long eyelashes and a masculine black stubble on his cheeks; even before he revealed his name, Rocco, I guessed his Italian origins. He was way more confident and lively than Spencer, and seemed to be the leader of the couple.

They instinctively addressed me as ‘sir’, partly because I was older than them by good thirty years, and partly for deference, being their landlord. I liked it, and they didn’t object when I occasionally called them ‘kid’.

I led the way to my living room, slowly walking along the corridor and covertly checking their reaction to the decorations of my house. I’m openly gay, and I like having homoerotic painting hung on the walls and cute little sculptures of endowed satyrs placed on the tables: looking at the reaction of my visitors I can easily understand if they’re homophobic or open-minded. I like to know who I’m dealing with.

Both guys walked along the corridor looking with wide eyes the paintings, but there was more genuine surprise than shock in their glances, and this made me like them even more.

“So, kids” – I said when they were comfortably seated in the living room – “tell me something about you. You said you are enrolled at the local University, and were assigned sports scholarships.”

“Yes, sir, that’s correct” – Spencer replied, and Rocco added: “I’m in the Greco-Roman wrestling team, and Spencer in the swimming team.”

“Nice!” – I mused, testing the waters – “I’m not into team sports, I’m just a gym rat, but I definitely like wrestling singlets and swimming speedos. I mean, they both enhance and put on display the beauty of the male body…”

Rocco smiled with pride and nodded his head, while Spencer blushed lightly. It’s not for prudery that I want to know the sexual inclinations of the people I meet, but being openly gay, I like to know who I’m talking to. But the last hints weren’t enough to really understand, so I was more straightforward: “You know that my apartment has only one bedroom with a double bed, don’t you? Are you… a couple?”

“Oh, no sir!” – they hastened to reply, overlapping each other – “We’re just friends! We’re on a really tight budget, and sharing the house seemed a good option, that’s all. As for the double bed… we’ll adapt.”

“And you know that I have a very strict rule against any kind of drugs and hard alcohol: will you behave and take good care of my house?”

“You can count on us, sir” – Spencer replied seriously, and Rocco echoed: “You can come and check your apartment anytime, sir. Only… if I may ask… is there a rule against… ehm… girls?”

I laughed heartily: “Unless you set up a brothel, you can invite whoever you want to spend the night, no problem. I’m your landlord, not your chaperon! Well, kids, welcome to your new home!” – I added, handing them the keys – “I’ll come tomorrow to check how you settled down and see if you miss anything.”

 

~ A weird morning ~

The day after, at mid-morning, I went to the apartment as promised. I knocked on the door, but I got no answer, so I knocked harder, and still the door didn’t open. I could hear low music coming from inside, the guys must’ve been at home, so I got worried and opened using my keys.

Inside, the kitchenette was a mess, with dirty dishes on the table and in the sink, and empty cans of beer everywhere. “Spencer! Rocco!”, I called, “Are you home?”. No answer.

So I walked to the bedroom door, that was open. Both guys were in bed, fast asleep, obviously still sobering up after last night’s celebration. I inwardly chuckled, shaking my head, because they’d placed two pillows in the middle of the bed, as a barrier between them: that was the way they ‘adapted’ to sharing the double bed. Straight boys, go figure…

Rocco was sleeping on the left, completely naked. He was so much younger than me that I tried not to indulge in feasting my eyes on him, but he was a sight. The bulging pecs were covered by a thin layer of black body hair that promised to become a forest in few years; his powerful legs seemed two flexible and hairy trunks, one lying lifeless on the mattress, the other leaning out the bed side. Rocco’s face, during the peaceful sleep, with his rascal eyes shut, seemed the face of a little boy… but what he got between his legs definitely placed him in the studs’ league: a thick tube of dark-skinned uncut meat, seven inches at least, was resting on a plump, hairy ball sac. The first twitches of a morning hard-on were already visible and made me very hard to tear my gaze off of him.

On the right side of the bed, Spencer was soundly sleeping on his side; he was wearing, as only sleepwear, a sparkling white brief that put on perfect display his little bubble butt, admirably balanced, on the opposite side, by a nice big bulge, that seemed even bigger compared to the flat stomach and the narrow waist. Spencer’s torso was a masterwork of chisel: every muscle was clearly outlined by neat creases and the small nipples jutted out from the chest like two proud soldiers ready for battle. Not a single hair ruined the perfect smoothness of his skin, neither on the chest nor on the legs. He was a swimmer, after all, no wonder he kept his body thoroughly shaved.

I didn’t know what to do, they were so beautiful in their sleep that I didn’t have heart to wake them up, but the situation was weird enough already, with me looking at them sleeping like a creepy voyeur. I gave one last, long look at both of them, admiring their young, healthy bodies, and then shook my head: they were hot as hell, even more while sleeping, but I would’ve not touched them with a single finger. I didn’t have children, but they could be both my sons. And anyway I have a soft spot for more… mature specimens of manhood.

I knocked noisily on the door: “A-ehm! Guys, time to get up! The sun’s up in the sky!”

Rocco and Spencer groaned, opened their eyes just a little bit and suddenly gasped, spotting me in the doorway. “Sir! I didn’t hear you coming in!” – Rocco exclaimed, leaping out of the bed, and Spencer rose sitting on the bed, searching with his hand for the bedsheets, until he realized that last night they just crashed on the bare mattress.

Trying as usual to get moral support, Spencer turned to look at Rocco, and his mouth sagged open watching him standing in full view… with his big manly cock at full mast in a glorious morning wood. “R… Rocco…” – he stuttered – “you have… err… something between your legs…”

I stifled a laugh, but soon I felt a warm affection for this guy, a man under any respect, so much embarrassed that he couldn’t even call things with their name. But then I had to stifle another laugh when Rocco looked down and, in a matter-of-fact tone, replied: “Uh, it will go away, it’s just a matter of time…”

Spencer’s eyes bulged and he made desperate not-so-hidden signs to his friend that I was there, and, due to my sexual inclinations, I was probably not immune to the charm of that marvel of nature, and Rocco suddenly got it and gasped: “Oh, right! I’m sorry sir! Forgive my… inappropriate attire! Or… rather the lack of it! I’m putting something on!”

I chuckled: “Have you heard me complain? But yes, you should definitely put something on.”

Rocco quickly moved around the room, rustling through bags and backpacks, in search of a clean pair of underwear and I found very difficult not to follow with my eyes every single movement of that beautifully sculpted body; but then my gaze fell on Spencer, and I noticed that he was looking at Rocco even more eagerly than me… and not once his eyes moved higher than his waist.

At long last, Rocco put on a black boxer and we all moved to the kitchenette, where I made some coffee. I put a mug in front of each of the guys, who were sitting at the table with a mortified expression on their faces. “We’re so sorry, sir…” – Rocco said to break the silence, and Spencer added: “Please sir, don’t be mad at us, it was our first night in a house of our own, and we… celebrated”. “You won’t throw us out, will you?” – Rocco inquired.

I set in front of them and smiled. “I really hope that your mothers don’t look like me, or they’d be very ugly women!”, I joked, and I was rewarded by relieved and amused smiles. “Really, I’m not your mother and I’m not your chaperon. I’d better not tell you what I did on my first night alone! And why should I throw you out? There is no stink of smoke here, nor traces of drugs, and the only alcohol I see around is beer. A bit too much, if you ask me, but it was a celebration, after all.”

They started overlapping each other: “Thank you, sir!”, “We’ll immediately clean up this mess, sir!”, “It won’t happen ever again!”

“I hope it will happen again, actually” – I replied, chuckling – “Otherwise, where’s the fun about being at the university? Just, do it once in a while, and only when it won’t cause problems with the classes or the trainings. Promise?”

Rocco stood up and came close, looking me straight in the eyes: “Thank you, sir. We are good guys, believe me.”

“I never thought otherwise for a single moment” – I replied with a smile, standing up and taking my leave – “I will wait for you at my place, on the first of each month, for the rent. OK?”

 

~ A deplorable accident ~

For an entire semester Rocco and Spencer came to my house on the first day of each month, bringing with them the monthly rent, to the last cent. Even when they had extra expenses, like new mandatory sport gear, or a date, they never failed to come and pay the rent. I could easily guess that any unplanned expense caused them to tighten their belts, and I would’ve gladly let them skip a month, if they asked me, but they never asked for help.

But one afternoon they knocked at my door with an ashamed expression on their face, and when we got to the living room they refused to sit down and stood in front of me, with their heads bowed, like two kids in front of the Principal.

“Sir, we’re truly mortified” – Rocco said in reply to my question – “but we… ehm… we lost the money for the monthly rent.”

“Lost?” – I inquired, surprised – “Like, lost in a card game or something?”

“No, no! We never gamble or anything, sir! We just… lost it.”

I was disappointed, but not because of the money: I was upset by their obvious lack of sincerity. People don’t “lose” money without even knowing how it happened! Spencer must have noticed my dark expression and, for the first time, opened his mouth and confessed, all in one breath: “Sir, it’s all my fault! Rocco has nothing to do with it! I… I met a girl at the bar, she was older than me, but seemed very interested, so I flirted with her, she flirted with me, and I brought her at home with me, to stay the night. Rocco spent the night with some friends of ours, to give me privacy, and when he came back this morning he found me slumbering in the bed, alone, and my wallet, with all our money… was gone!”

Just listening to Spencer’s naïve and passionate tale, and knowing that the guys had lost their entire monthly budget, not only the rent, I decided on the spot that I would’ve helped them in any way: I’d promised to myself to take care of those kids and that’s what I wanted to do.

But first, there was something curious that I had to investigate: while talking to me, and despite the importance of the subject, Spencer’s gaze kept moving to the wall on my back, over and over. Even without turning around, I knew what he was looking at with such a great interest: a homoerotic painting depicting a young smooth man with his hands linked behind his head, stripped to his underwear, with two hairy arms hugging him from behind, one hand squeezing his nipple and the other one into his briefs, imperiously taking possession of his manhood.

It was a very erotic painting, especially for the expression of sheer pleasure painted on the front guy’s face; and apparently the straight Spencer, the manly jock who wasn’t afraid to express his masculinity with an older girl, wasn’t totally immune to the charms of my homoerotic painting… as clearly revealed by the twitching bulge inside his pants.

“Is it so? It was all Spencer’s fault?” – I asked to Rocco, and when he confirmed I added: “Well, Rocco, apparently Spencer put both of you in a bad situation, this time. He acted quite recklessly, don’t you think so?”

“Y…Yes…” – Rocco replied, tense, but then he noticed a playful glance in my eyes and his signature rascal glare flashed in his eyes – “Other times I came to his rescue, but this time he pulled me in!”

I briefly turned to look at the painting, and both jocks did the same; then I looked back at the guys and said with a mischievous tone: “I think Spencer should be punished and be taught a lesson…”

Spencer blushed so bright that he seemed a human torch, but his eyes sparkled with unmistakable curiosity, so I put on my best authoritarian face and sternly ordered to Spencer: “Strip to your underwear!”

I still hadn’t closed my mouth that Spencer’s clothes started to fly away and fall to the floor… suddenly followed by Rocco’s, though my order was clearly directed to Spencer only. I didn’t want to force Spencer into something he could find offensive or against his nature, I just wanted him to feel a bit humiliated and treated like a sexual object, like the boy in the painting; but Rocco’s decision to strip along with his friend told me that I had accidentally put in motion something that was latent between them. The excited glance they exchanged suddenly put all my doubts at ease. And the stiff erections they both were sporting, inside their tight underwear, definitely proved my guess right.

“Spencer!” – I instructed – “Link your hands behind your head! And Rocco, take your position behind him. But don’t touch him with your hands, for now: just press your body against his back.”

They assumed the position, and I noticed that Rocco began raising a little on his toes, up and down, to gently brush his own body against Spencer, who suddenly closed his eyes and parted his lips, in a silent exclamation, feeling Rocco’s body hair tickling his skin in an enticing way and enjoying the warm pressure of Rocco’s toned muscles on his back.

“Now brush your fingers on Spencer’s nipple” – I said to Rocco, but when Spencer gasped for the excessive pressure on his sensitive nipple, I hastened to add: “Go easy on your friend, Rocco… Just a delicate touch… Brush your fingertip on the very tip… yeah, like that… Now gently roll it between your fingers…”

Spencer, after the initial discomfort, suddenly found himself immersed in a cloud of sexual tension he couldn’t imagine; nipple play was something they did with their girls, occasionally: he couldn’t guess that men, too…!

Resorting again to his own initiative, Rocco reached for the other nipple and gave it the same exquisite treatment, forcing Spencer to restrain a squeal of pleasure. “You’re a natural, Rocco…” – I praised him, and he shot at me his Italian rascal glance, flashing a playful, mischievous grin. I didn’t move closer, I stood a bit afar, in front of them, with the painting on my back, and saw their eyes switching from me to the homoerotic subject.

I didn’t have to instruct Rocco, I just nodded to him, and he slowly moved his hand down along Spencer’s washboard abs and cautiously slipped his fingers inside his white briefs, taking a good handful of the scorching hot, stiffening manhood he found inside. His hand didn’t stay still, he started kneading on the big hairless balls and on the thick meat, exploring with his fingers every recess of the tight prison.

“Oooohhh!!” – Spencer moaned, forcing himself to stay in position, with his hands behind his head and his legs slightly apart; his mouth was an almost perfect “O” and his eyes were half closed.

“Perfect…” – I murmured, and the guys followed my gaze and watched at the painting, that in that moment seemed a mirror reflecting their exact pose. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” – I whispered under my breath, refusing to adjust my growing dick inside my pants. I was not in the painting, I was the painter, and all I could do was to admire my art from afar.

“You’re enjoying your punishment a bit too much, uh?” – Rocco growled into Spencer’s ear, and I said in a seductive tone: “Do you think it’s easy for a man to give to another man such a total ownership over his own body? Spencer is yielding to you what he has most sacred, his sexuality, his body, his manhood. For you, he gave up on himself, and accepted to be explored by your hands in his most private and intimate spots. He literally put himself into your hands, you could give him pleasure or pain, and he can do nothing about that…”

I realized that both Spencer and Rocco were totally lost into the fantasy I had conjured, but I noticed that Rocco wanted more, he kept tilting his hips, humping into Spencer’s bubble butt, masterfully encased into the tight briefs. His hands swapped target, to assault Spencer’s other nipple while pulling down Spencer’s briefs, setting his thick circumcised cock and his round ass free. With a tight grip, Rocco started stroking his friend’s rock-hard cock, making his big shaved balls bounce back and forth, and all the while Rocco’s trapped bulge went on humping Spencer’s buttocks and exploring the deep groove between the marble ass cheeks.

Spencer was shivering, under the waves of pleasure that Rocco’s hands were giving him, a pleasure greatly heightened by feeling completely at the mercy of his friend. His eyes kept rolling back, and he was moaning almost continuously. I knew he was on the verge of his orgasm, but he was desperately trying to hold back, to resist… until he looked straight into my eyes and pleaded: “I’m begging you, sir… Let me cum…”

I almost creamed my pants, hearing such an intense sexual tension exuding his words; I was taken by surprise, Spencer had made a step forward and caught me, too, into the scene, offering to me the most intimate experience of a man: his orgasm.

I moved closer, locked eyes with him and said with coarse voice: “Cum, Spencer.”

If Rocco’s muscular arms didn’t hold him up, Spencer would’ve fallen on his knees, for the potency of his climax. His throat was so tight that not a single sound came out, while his entire body shook hard and his cock exploded like a geyser. Thick, long plumes of man seed fled in the air and fell down on me, on the carpet, on the coffee table and even on the couch, right under the painting.

 

~ Seven inches of punishment ~

When the massive orgasm trailed off, Rocco withdrew his hands and Spencer lowered his arms, panting hard. His face was on fire, and he glanced around uncertain. “Is… is it over?” – he asked with trembling voice, and while I was trying to understand what was on his mind, I noticed that his hand cautiously reached back to Rocco’s bulge, that was painfully stiff inside the black boxers. “I… I think I deserve to be punished… some more, no?”

Things were escalating more than I expected. Making Spencer be manhandled by his friend was one thing, making him lose his virginity to Rocco on my command was a totally different thing, I just couldn’t do it.

I shook my head: “This is not something I can ever order you to do, kid. I understand that you’re a virgin, and what you suggest is something you can do only once in your life. But as said, I’m not your chaperon, either. Rocco? It’s your decision…”

Spencer brushed his hand harder on Rocco’s trapped cock, that was so stiff that was about to pierce the fabric: “Please, buddy… I’ve always wondered…”

Rocco leaned from behind on Spencer’s ear and said in a seductive breath: “I’ve always wondered that, too…”, then he turned to me and added: “But, sir… you’re the expert on this… err… subject. Will you… help us?”

Spencer nodded frantically, urging me to say yes, and I sighed: “OK. Lube. And a condom. Not only this time, kids: always. Protect yourselves, every single time.”

I opened a small drawer and took a tube of lube and a condom, eyeing Rocco’s cock to take one that would’ve fit him. Spencer assumed again his position, with his legs slightly apart and his hands linked behind his head. “Do you want to do it… that way?” – I asked, and he replied, with firm voice: “It’s my punishment, sir…!”

“Your punishment is going to be seven good inches long” – I said with a wink – “and you need some preparation. Rocco, take a large glob of lube, kneel behind him and thoroughly grease his… back door.”

Rocco did as instructed to, and I went on, in a suave tone: “Spread it all around the hole, and massage it. Take your time, do it tenderly. Your friend is about to give you a great gift, you have to earn it… Good, now slowly push inside your middle finger… Wait! Not too forcefully, be gentle, OK, this way… Pump it in and out, add more lube… Do you think he can take a second finger? Good, then use two fingers, gyrate your hand…”

Spencer stood still, barely breathing, while Rocco, with gentle insistence, went on loosening his hole, with two fingers, then three. I was checking Spencer all the time, but apart from a few occasional signs of discomfort, he looked fine… but nothing more than that: his cock was half-hard, but apparently he was not enjoying the treatment enough to get a full erection.

When Rocco reckoned Spencer was ready, stood up, showing off his thick, stiff rod, eager to get some action. I took a condom and handed it to him; he tried to open it with his teeth, like he must’ve seen in the porn movies, but damaged the condom in the process, and threw it away. He looked straight at my eyes, giving me his signature rascal glance, and said: “Maybe you could help me doing it right…”

After Spencer, now Rocco, too, was trying to lure me into their game, and I felt a bit pushed around, but I gave in; I opened a new bag, knelt in front of Rocco and slowly unrolled the condom on his rigid dick, giving a good close look at that beautiful piece of young, ardent meat. And then took some lube and slowly smeared all over the long shaft, boring my eyes into Rocco’s. “Here…” – I murmured when done, feeling my throat dry – “You’re g… good to go”.

“Thank you, sir” – he replied with an urchin grin – “I appreciate you lending a… helping hand.”

He took position behind Spencer, and I noticed he had some difficulties, being a bit shorter than his friend; so, I instructed Spencer to part his legs more, and he complied, but with a tense expression. “I know” – I comforted him – “You feel very vulnerable in this position, offering your most intimate place to Rocco without being able to protect yourself in any way. But Rocco will take good care of you… Right?”

I shot at Rocco a warning glance, and he smiled back: “Of course, sir. I… I really care for Spencer…”

I took position in front of Spencer, to check him all the time; Spencer locked eyes with me, searching for support, and I silently made him understand that I was there for him. I just wanted to check Spencer, but somehow the guy, through his eyes and his facial expression, that showed without filters even his deepest feelings, quickly got me hooked on a ride that I will hardly forget.

When Rocco pressed harder his fat helmet on the tight hole, Spencer had a tense expression, silently asking for comfort, and then, suddenly, a smirk of pain clouded his eyes, the very moment Rocco’s cock broke into the tight sphincter. I saw Rocco immediately stop, to let his friend catch his breath and get used to the thick intruder. I caught my breath along with Spencer, while distant memories of when a long lost young lover took my virginity with sweet tenderness flooded my mind. I knew well what Spencer was feeling, the fear, the tension, the initial pang of pain, but also the complete trust, the excitement, the affection he was feeling for Rocco.

Another inch of stiff meat filled Spencer’s hole, stretching the tight muscle a little bit more, and the pain gave way to a marveled expression, while Spencer’s brain tried to process the new sensation, of a male cock filling his inviolate chute. Spencer’s mouth opened in a silent “O”, and I did the same, without even thinking. I was him, I was feeling what he was feeling, and Rocco’s determined cock was slowly taking possession of my ass, along with Spencer’s.

When the stiff rod crawled his way into Spencer and brushed over his prostate, Spencer couldn’t hold his position anymore: he lowered his arms, reclined his head and uttered a low, ragged growl. His cock sprang up to a throbbing erection, and he reached back, to take handfuls of Rocco’s muscular thighs. He focused again his eyes on mine and uttered: “Oh God… Oh God…!”

I felt my own cock painfully press on the inside of my pants, and realized, not with a bit of surprise, that Rocco was taking his friend’s virginity like a seasoned stud, slowly, but pressing all of Spencer’s inner buttons in the right way. At his age, he couldn’t have such a wide experience: he was a natural, and his hot-blooded Italian heritage was instinctively guiding his love-making.

By now, Rocco’s hips were pumping in and out of Spencer’s ass with long confident thrusts; at each push, Rocco’s hips shoved all his seven inches of stiff meat into Spencer’s chute, with a slow but unstoppable motion, like a freight train entering a tunnel. Every time the engorged helmet brushed on the sensitive joy nut, Spencer held his breath and chocked a whine, and I, still locking eyes with him, had to force myself to stifle my own moans.

Fuck, Spencer’s face was like a magic mirror that could project on me every single spasm of pleasure of his chiseled body, every marveled sigh of delight, every sensual twitch of his cock! I swear I could feel Rocco’s cock stretching my own hole and take possession of my deepest depths, just like he was doing with Spencer.

Rocco’s thrusts paced on, and he put one hand on Spencer’s shoulder, and the other on his lower belly, to hold him still while his cock started crashing with growing intensity into Spencer’s now loosened hole. Every time Rocco’s hips slammed on Spencer’s buttocks, both guys uttered a grunt, and I could clearly see that Spencer was delirious, and was more than ready to explode any moment.

Still keeping his eyes into mine, Spencer whined with broken voice: “Rocco… aaahh… I need to cum so bad… nnnngghh…! Please…”

Rocco began slamming his cock into Spencer’s chute at a frantic pace, holding him tighter; and replied, between the grunts: “Cum with me, buddy… Cum with me… AWW… FUUUUCCKK!!”

Rocco came like a rocket, and his hips never missed a beat, until Spencer, too, stiffened and uttered a long “Oooooohhhh!!!”, and his untouched cock started shooting like a machine gun. The incredible intensity of his climax traveled like a lightning from his eyes to mine, and I could feel every warm shot of Rocco’s juice flooding Spencer’s ass, every powerful contraction of his prostate, every thick rope of creamy seed running through his cock, to then fly high in the air and land on my shirt, on my pants, on the carpet and everywhere around us.

If it took a minute or an hour for the orgasmic high to end, I couldn’t say, but slowly an exhausted silence fell in the room. I looked around like in a trance, at the sperm dripping from Rocco’s shrinking cock, at the glistening puddle of semen at Spencer’s feet, and suddenly felt a sticky wetness in my own pants. I couldn’t believe it: I, at the age of fifty-four, had a spontaneous orgasm just watching these two jocks making love for the first time.

I felt like I had lost my virginity a second time, I felt again the exhaustion and the thrill I felt back then, when I was their age, and my lover took me in his arms and brought me into the marvelous world of man-sex.

The wet spot expanding on my crotch didn’t go unnoticed by neither of the two guys, but they didn’t say anything, they just looked at me and smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back at them. Apart from briefly holding Rocco’s cock, I’d never touched them, and yet I felt I’d just had the best sex with them.

“Towels.” – I then whispered to myself, lost in another world, and moved to the bathroom. When I came back I handed the towels to the guys, and we all got cleaned up, in silence, watching each other with an air of amused secrecy.

Soon the guys were dressed again, and we all took a seat in my living room. The painting on my back, by now, wasn’t anymore an enticing fantasy: it was a fond memory.

“Kids” – I said, breaking the silence, but choosing not to comment what had just happened – “I understand that you’ve lost not only the rent, but your entire monthly budget. Am I right?”

“Yes”, they confirmed, bowing their heads, and I comforted them: “No, no, stop blaming yourselves. We all learn from our mistakes. But I understand this will put the two of you in troubled waters, for the next month, and I know your families can’t give more financial help than what they already give. So, this is what we’ll do…” – I added, taking my wallet and taking three months’ rent in cash; I handed the money to them, but they both vigorously shook their head: “Oh, no, sir! We can’t accept! It’s not your fault if we lost the money…”

“I don’t want to listen to a single word more” – I insisted – “take this money and consider it a loan, if it makes you feel better; but whether you repay it in a semester or in six years, I don’t care. When I was your age, I sometimes found myself in trouble, and I always found a good soul who helped me. It’s my turn, now. Take the money, and let’s never mention it again.”

With a grateful smile that would’ve warmed any heart, they took my money and Spencer put it into his pocket. “Thank you, sir” – Rocco said standing up, immediately followed by Spencer – “You’ve been wonderful today… and any other day since we met, as a matter of fact.”

“Yes, sir” – Spencer echoed – “I… I will never forget what you did for us…”

I glanced at my wet crotch and replied, with a grin: “I don’t think I’ll forget anytime soon, either…”

 

~ Epilogue ~

Two entire semesters went by, and one day Rocco and Spencer rang my doorbell, punctual as always for their monthly duty. Once seated in the living room, Rocco handed me enough money to cover both my ‘loan’ and the monthly rent. I looked at them, surprised, and Spencer explained: “We both found an excellent part-time job, sir. It doesn’t interfere with our classes and the trainings, and grants us a nice wage. It’s only fair that, now that we don’t need your loan anymore, we repay it. No, sir, please take the money” – Spencer added, seeing me shaking my head – “it’s… important for us. We’re not kids anymore, we’re men, and we need to take care of ourselves and live relying on our own forces.”

“This does you honor” – I replied, smiling, and reluctantly took their money.

“There’s more, sir…” – Rocco said, seriously – “Now that we earn good money, we’re moving to the university dorm, there is a gym and a laundry, there, a cafeteria and a lot of services. And studying will be much easier. We’re moving out of your apartment in a couple days. I’m sorry for the short notice, but…”

“It’s OK” – I replied, my eyes suddenly veiled with sadness – “And I’m happy for you. But it will be sad to see you go away. I’ll come tomorrow to check the apartment and help you with the bags.”

The next day, at mid-morning, I knocked on their door, but I got no response. Again, I heard some soft music coming from inside, so I opened with my key. Looking at the kitchenette, scattered with empty cans of beer and pizza boxes, it was clear that they had a celebration, last night. They had any reason to celebrate, after all, I thought with a fatherly smile.

I moved to the bedroom, the door was open and I peeked inside. The pillows that once they used as a ‘barrier’ between them were gone, and they both were peacefully sleeping on their side, naked, with Rocco holding Spencer into his arms in a spoon position.

I stood looking at them for a while, my heart beating fast, overwhelmed by the beauty of the scene. There was a serene, peaceful expression on both their faces; and Rocco’s muscular arms holding Spencer in a protective embrace made my eyes get wet.

I didn’t have heart to wake them up, so I gave them one last glance, turned around and silently went away.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] If you want to know more about Axel, read “The Tenants: Axel”