The Tutor by Hankster

The Tutor
by: Hankster

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My name is Peter, but I prefer to be called Pete. It has a nice masculine sound, a very macho sound, suitable for a stud like me. I have always loved women and I must admit to being rather promiscuous, especially since my divorce.

Last night I caught my sixteen-year-old son's twenty-year-old tutor fucking him. I should have been insanely angry. I should have wanted to kill the tutor, but instead I reacted in a manner completely alien to me. I grew insanely jealous. Was I jealous of the tutor? Was I jealous of my son? I simply cannot answer that question. I am too busy trying to figure out why I didn't want to kill the tutor and whop my son. All I did when I caught them going at it, was to turn on my heels and exit the scene. I'm pretty sure they never even knew that I had seen them.

Why should I be jealous instead of angry, knowing that an act of sodomy was committed on my only son? I have been straight all my life. At least I believed so until I met the tutor. I can't say I coveted him or his body, but he made me feel strange, giddy even. It was a feeling I couldn't identify or explain to myself. Perhaps it would be best to just start the story at the beginning.

I divorced my wife three years ago on grounds of infidelity. Hers, not mine. My daughter Melissa was ten at the time and my son Luke was thirteen. Melissa is just like my ex. She treated me in the same disrespectful way and with spite in her tone of voice, whenever she addressed me directly. The only time she spoke civilly to me was when she needed a ride somewhere, or some money to satisfy her more than frivolous desires. I always gave into her requests. Should I deny her anything, the consequence of her subsequent temper tantrums were more than I could bear.

Luke was entirely different. He was (still is) my best friend and I devoted as much time as I could to doing things with him. I would have gladly given Randi full custody of Melissa in exchange for full custody of Luke, but alas the judge and Randi were not in agreement. I got both kids every Wednesday evening, every other weekend, and two weeks during the summer when I took my vacation. Melissa elected to forgo any visits with me, and I did not argue the matter. I don't much care for my own daughter. Luke was happy that she didn't tag along also. I think he hated her more than I did. They fought constantly, not like siblings usually do, but with real malice.

Given Randi's infidelity, I ordered DNA tests on both my kids. Neither one was mine, but Randi and I agreed to keep it our secret. It was the only thing we ever mutually agreed upon during our entire marriage and during our subsequent divorce. In exchange for remaining silent, I agreed to pay child support, which I could easily have gotten waived. Alimony was indeed waived due to the situation. Because Melissa wasn't mine, neither Randi nor I ever objected when she said she didn't want to see me, so I got to enjoy Luke by myself. No matter what the circumstances, Luke was my son and I would do my utter best to ensure that he never learned the ugly truth.

A few weeks ago Randi informed me that Luke's school grades were deteriorating and going downhill steadily. Luke's high school counselor recommended that we engage an after-school tutor. He gave Randi the names of several young men from a nearby college. Randi asked if I would pay for a tutor if she engaged one. I agreed immediately. I would give my right arm to help Luke out in anything.

In the first month that Luke had a tutor, two of them quit immediately. I tried to find out why, and Luke swore that he had done nothing to alienate the tutors. He had the name and telephone number of the first one, and I decided to call him. I honestly thought that I would be calling to find out what terrible thing Luke had done to drive him away. The young man informed me that he didn't want to talk about it. I said that I needed to punish Luke for any transgressions he might have committed. The young man then blurted out, "Oh no. It wasn't Luke. It was his mother. She tried to seduce me, and right in front of Luke. She's really hot, and I would have been tempted if Luke wasn't around. Anyway, I didn't know how to handle the situation so I quit."

I immediately called Randi and told her what I had learned. I told her I wanted all of Luke's tutoring to be done at my house. She refused, and I said that I would begin a custody suit for Luke. She said if I did that, she would reveal that I wasn't his natural father. I couldn't let that happen so things went on as they were. The difference is that the third tutor became the last tutor. I guess that by my condemning her nearly uncontrollable lust, Randi was reining in her urges, and behaving herself for a change.

The tutor's name was Nathaniel. Apparently he was doing a good job with Luke, whose grades suddenly began to spike. Luke told me that he really liked Nat, and that Nat had a knack for making learning easy and sensible. I wanted to meet Nat, but unfortunately, I had no opportunity to do so until Randi asked me to take Luke for a couple of weeks during winter break. She wanted to go skiing in Switzerland with her latest boyfriend. I was thrilled to accept. Melissa went to stay with her maternal grandmother.

I called Nat that evening. When I heard his voice, a shiver went through my body. I couldn't explain it, so I tried to dismiss it. I told him how to get to my house, and he agreed to alter his hours because I worked. He said he would come Wednesday evenings for two hours after 6 PM, and he would come on Saturday's for four hours, 1 PM to 5 PM. We agreed on it. It was Friday evening when we first spoke, and I looked forward to meeting him the very next day.

I never expected to see what came through my front door the next afternoon. I wish Luke had warned me. Nathaniel was a Greek god. The twenty year old descendent of Zeus was at least 6'2" tall. He had blond, curly hair that framed his face like Michelangelo's masterpiece, David. His eyes were deep brown and I thought at first that they might be ebony. He was wearing a parka, but when he removed it, he only had on a tee shirt. His muscles were ripped. I looked hard but could not detect an extra ounce of fat on his body. Luke had informed me that Nat was majoring in Finance. Now I was really shocked. Standing before me was a Phys. Ed. major at the very least. I told you that I am straight, but I could not shake the thought out of my mind that I'd give a small fortune to see his cock.

Luke introduced us. When I took Nat's hand it was firm and he gripped a little too hard. A hot flash of electricity coursed through my body. That was confusing enough, but Mr. Straight Guy here started to get an erection. I must have turned ten shades of red.

"What's on today's agenda?" I asked Nat. I really didn't care, but I wanted to make conversation with Nat. My eyes could not get enough of him.

"We're continuing with trigonometry today," Nat answered with a smile that made the erection brewing in my groin, grow a little larger.

"That's over my head," I said. My erection was beginning to hurt in my pants, so I quickly exited the study where the lessons were to be held. Before I walked away, I glanced back at Nat. I was desperate for one more look at his magnificent body.

Five o'clock came way too fast. When Nat left the study to go home, I honestly didn't want him to leave. I would have liked for him to spend the evening with us.

"I'm taking Luke out to dinner tonight," I said. "Would you like to join us?"

Before Nat could answer Luke said, "Oh yes, Nat, please say you will."

"I'd really like to," Nat said, "but I have a date tonight. Can I take a rain check for next Saturday?"

"Absolutely," I answered too quickly. "I'd like that. I think Luke would also." Again we shook hands and Nat took off. I honestly believed that I would not survive until Nat came over again on Wednesday evening, but I got the shock of my life when Nat called me early the next morning.

"Look," he said, "I'm on winter break also, so we don't have to stick to the original schedule. Luke and I are going to work out at my gym early tomorrow morning. Why don't I come by tonight for a lesson, and I can stay overnight. That way we can get an early start Monday morning. There was a long pause because I didn't say anything. I was too dumbfounded. Finally Nat said, "You're welcome to come also."

"I'd like that," I answered. All that went through my mind was showering after the workout and seeing what Nat had to offer. I knew he would like my package. When aroused I am almost eight cut inches. But my cock is very thick, and I have to be patient when entering a woman. Even promiscuous Randi had trouble at the beginning. But more than that, my body is just as firm and muscular and fat free as my prick. I work out regularly.

"Come over early," I said, "and we can have that dinner that you took a rain check on."

"Great," Nat said. "How about I come over about 5 PM?

"That's fine, but you can come earlier if you want. Luke and I will be home all day just hanging out."

I returned the handset to its cradle and had a moment to reflect. I was still in bed and had morning wood that wouldn't quit. What was wrong with me? I had never been aroused by a man before, but Nat was different. I began to imagine doing all sorts of forbidden things with him, and without thinking I began to stroke my cock. I began to fantasize.

Nat and I were naked in bed together. We were in a sixty-nine position performing fallatio on one another. It was the best sex I ever had. No woman, not even Randi, gave head like Nat did.

My orgasm was building to a crescendo. I came gushing all over my chest and abdomen and into the palm of my hand. My eyes were closed so you can imagine my shock, when I heard Luke say, "Nice show, Dad." He threw a towel at me to clean myself up. I wanted to fall into a hole in the floor.

Luke began to laugh hysterically. "Relax, old man," he said facetiously. "I do it all the time, and I didn't expect less of you."

I took a good look at Luke. He was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. Why had I not realized how close to manhood this boy of mine was? He was nearly seventeen, and his body was that of an athlete. He was nearly six feet tall, at least two inches taller than I. His hair was brown and straight and his eyes were sky blue. His chin was square and had a hint of a cleft in it. Suddenly I wondered what his package would look like. I hadn't seen him naked since long before puberty. I hoped he had inherited my massive cock. I grew suddenly sad when I realized that he wasn't my birth son. I brightened a little when I remembered that Randi favored large cocks, which I dared hope Luke might have inherited.

Without shame, Luke jumped into bed with me, and hunkered up to my naked body. It was unmistakable. I felt his erect cock push against my thigh. I was shocked and very uncomfortable, but I realized the house was very chilly. I always turned the thermostat down at night. Instinctively I put an arm around him and pulled him closer in an attempt to warm him up.

"I heard the phone ring," he said. "I got scared it might be something bad because it's so early in the morning. Who called?"

It was Nat," I said. "He's coming for dinner and staying overnight. The three of us are going to the gym to work out early tomorrow morning."

I somehow expected Luke to jump up and out of bed with happiness. I didn't foresee what happened next. Luke pushed harder into me. I could feel that his underwear was wet. I began to get another erection. I wanted to jump out of bed myself, but I was simply motionless. I could not understand what was happening to me. Not only had men never turned me on, but now my own son was doing the job Nat had started.

"I'm so glad," Luke finally said. "Nat is so hot. It's a tribute to his teaching ability that I can even concentrate on my studies when he's in the same room with me."

"What are you saying? What are you trying to tell me?" I asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Luke made no attempt to pull away from me. I continued to feel his hot cock rubbing against me, through his underwear.

Luke started to laugh. "All my friends tell me not to be afraid to come out to your parents. They assured me that parents always know. Surely you know that I'm gay, Dad."

Once again I was left speechless. I was speechless a lot since Luke's visit.

"Well, I am one parent who didn't know," I said." This is a complete surprise to me. Does your mother know?"

"I didn't tell her yet, but maybe she's the parent who will know. Are you disappointed in me?" he whispered in my ear. What could I say or do. I loved this boy more than my own life. Once again I pulled him closer to me.

"There is nothing you could ever do to disappoint me," I said. "In fact, I am very proud of your honesty. I'm sorry to have to ask, but have you ever….?" I didn't know quite how to phrase it.

Luke laughed again. "Often dad, but only with one person, my friend Mark. The trouble is that Mark has started to see a girl. He was never gay, but we satisfied each other when he couldn't get a girl. I'm afraid it will be over soon."

"Don't worry," I assured him. "You are too good looking not to score often. I take it then that nothing has ever happened between you and Nat."

"I wish! I have reason to believe he's gay Dad, and I know he likes me. I'm sure that's why he invited himself over and for a sleepover as well. At any rate I am determined to tell him how I feel about him. If he's straight or gay, he might reject me. I guess it's wise for me to get used to rejection."

"Yes, it is wise, and if he's gay and rejects you, it will only be because you're jail bait, not because he doesn't want you," I reassured Luke. I would never burst Luke's bubble, but I had the weirdest thought that it might be me who Nat wanted to be with. I tried to erase such nonsense from my brain.

So Nat came over that evening and we went to a wonderful restaurant for dinner. There came a time when I had to use the restroom. When I returned to the table, Luke and Nat were whispering to each other conspiratorially. I assumed that Luke was letting Nat know that he would like to have sex with him. Once again, as a good (straight) father, I should have been incensed, but instead I was aroused.

That night, I retired to the master suite, Luke to his room, and Nat to the guest room. I couldn't sleep and finally I heard what I was listening for. I heard Luke's door open. His room was next to mine. Seconds later I heard his door close, and I clearly heard the floor creek as he headed for the guest room at the end of the hall.

I couldn't hear a thing from that room so I waited a decent amount of time and crept up the hall myself. I opened the door carefully and quietly, and that's when I saw Nat fucking Luke. I observed the scene, lost in a lustful desire that still bewildered me. The boys were so absorbed in their activity that they never saw or heard me. I closed the door silently and returned to my bedroom. I lay awake all night trying to analyze my erotic homosexual desires.

My mind dueled over whether I should confront the two boys about what I had seen or just let it be. I decided to talk to them about it. Better to make love with my knowledge and blessing, than to sneak around in frustration. The truth was that the only one frustrated was me. I would gladly have sucked and fucked either one of them and allowed either one of them to do that to me. I had to wonder if I could still refer to myself as "straight?"

It was hours before I could fall asleep. The erotic scene I had witnessed dominated my thoughts. I whacked off twice just thinking about it. The second time I did it in front of the bathroom mirror. I tried to turn myself on by gazing at my body. I had light brown hair, brown eyes, a Roman nose, and a cleft chin. I was about 5'10" tall, very muscular from lots of workouts. In spite of it all, my age was indeed showing and I had a hint of love handles around my middle. They weren't too bad and I thought I still looked pretty damn good. My best feature was my thick, cut 8" cock. Looking at it in the mirror, I would have loved to have sucked it myself.

After my libido settled down a bit, I had second thoughts about speaking to the boys about what I had witnessed. I wasn't sure which way to go with it. I only knew that it was my ball to carry. Could I trust myself to stay restrained in the gym shower tomorrow morning?

I never heard Luke return to his room. He must have done so after I finally fell asleep. In the morning I was awakened by Luke climbing into my bed again. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Get up sleepy head. We have to have a quick bite and get to the gym."

I was pooped and it took me a little time to awaken. By that time Luke was on his way out of my room. All I could see as he left was that he was bare ass naked. I was now more aroused than ever.

I didn't bother to shower. I could do that after my workout. Apparently the boys had the same idea. When I got downstairs, they were already there. Nat was pouring us all a cup of coffee. Luke put some bagels on the table, and I guess that was to be breakfast. Their gym bags were sitting at the front door. It was a cold winter day and we were all dressed warmly. I couldn't wait to shed a few pounds of clothes at the gym.

To be perfectly honest, I have no recollection of our workout. My mind was totally on the shower to follow. It seemed an eternity, but finally I heard Luke say, "Cool it, Dad. We've had enough and we're going to the showers." I was in such a state of unreality that his voice sounded a million miles away, yet somehow it registered. I got off the treadmill I was on, picked up my gym bag, and headed for the showers, following them closely. Along the way, I willed my brain to clear. I didn't want to miss a second of what was to come.

I finally saw my two obsessions naked, and I was in no way disappointed. I have already described the god-like Nathaniel. Let me finally describe his prick. Do you remember I told you that his head was bathed in golden curls much like Michelangelo's David? Well his cock reminded me of that very same statue, thick and manly and uncut. I always wondered how Michelangelo could not have known that the King of Israel would have been circumcised. Be that as it may, Nat's cock resembled David's uncircumcised manhood.

I have also previously described my son's appearance. On the occasion when he rubbed his underwear-clad penis against my thigh, I suspected that it was quite a good size. I was overwhelmed when I saw him, and I actually gawked. It did not escape Luke's attention that I was awe struck, and I did detect a Mona Lisa smile on his face. He was at least six thick uncut inches. I could only wonder how big he grew when erect. Maybe he didn't grow at all. Maybe this was it. Maybe he was a shower and not a grower. I had no more time to wonder as two sets of arms dragged me under the shower.

The boys began to play with me. It didn't seem to bother them that we were not alone in the shower. I guess they had good reason. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to us. One of them began to soap my back and the other began to soap my front. They showed no shame when they touched my private parts. I felt fingers invade my ass, massage my cock with soap, caress my nipples, and in general perform taboo acts upon my yearning body.

It took me awhile to conclude that they were trying to seduce me. I failed at hiding my erection and finally let it bloom to full mast. My two young men began to grow also. Nat reached at least seven inches and Luke at least nine. He was bigger than me and my heart swelled with pride. I came to earth, when once again I faced the fact that he wasn't biologically mine.

I could no longer stand it. I felt an orgasm building in my loins. I pulled away from both of them and yelled, "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Luke asked. His voice sounded concerned. Up to that moment the whole scene had been a blur. Now I tried to focus in on my surroundings. I was stunned at what I saw. Nat was in a stall across the way and Luke was at least three stalls up from me. I had hallucinated the whole thing. Good Lord, I was going crazy.

"Nothing," I said, "nothing at all."

I examined both boys and I could see that I had not hallucinated the size of their cocks, because for whatever reason they were both erect. It was difficult for me to finish up and dress. I was so shook up that I had to ask Nat to drive my car home. Luke actually placed his palm on my forehead to see if I had a fever. Was this what people call love sickness? Or was I just going mad from these never before felt, lustful, sinful desires?

While we were dressing, Nat said to me, "You have a magnificent body. I am so surprised that someone your age looks so good." I didn't know whether to be pissed or complimented. A man my age, indeed. Just how old did he think I was?

On the way home, the boys asked if I would like to stop off somewhere for lunch. I declined and asked to go straight home. When we got there I handed Luke a twenty-dollar bill and told him to have lunch with Nat. I told them that I would prefer not to eat right now and all I needed was some rest. This happened to be the truth since I had gotten little sleep the night before.

The boys left the house and I ran up the stairs, stripped naked and fell on my bed atop the covers. I fell asleep in seconds. I don't know how much later it was, but I was awakened by some noises coming from Luke's bedroom, which was just next to mine. I listened intently and there was no doubt that the two of them were making love. I squirmed and twisted in my bed. I can't describe my agony. Now I knew I had gone insane. All I wanted to do was run into Luke's bedroom and join in the action. I was still sane enough however that I vowed not to touch my own son, only Nat. How was I going to accomplish that little bit of magic? I wanted to fuck Luke so badly.

Throwing all caution, and every bit of sanity, to the wind, I burst into Luke's room, astonishing the hell out of both of them. Luke was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart. Nat was on his knees between Luke's legs, sucking Luke's dick. He stopped when I burst in. Both of them attempted to get into bed and cover themselves. It was almost amusing to see them scrambling like two little ants about to be crushed.

I took a deep breath, stood erect, tried to sound sane once again and announced, "You are both driving me crazy. If you are trying to seduce me you have succeeded. If you are not trying to seduce me, I insist on being in on the action anyway before I go nuts, if I haven't already gotten there."

They stared back at me with open jaws. From the looks on their faces, I guessed that they weren't trying to seduce me.

"We weren't trying to seduce you," Luke said simply.

Somehow that made me a bit angry. My ego just took a swift turn to the south. "If you weren't trying to get my juices pumping, what do you call creeping into my bed naked?"

"You did that?" Nat asked in astonishment.

"Honest, Dad, I didn't think anything of it. You're my father, for God sakes."

"Be that as it may," I explained, "I'm also a sexual human being and I need to have relief from the spell you have cast on me." I looked at the two astonished young men. "It wouldn't be proper to touch you, Luke," I said, "but Nat I want you to do anything you want with me."

Before the astounded Nat could answer, Luke yelled out, "That's not fair. You just met Nat, and I have loved you all my life. Nat and I have agreed to be fuck buddies, but we have no long-term commitment. On the other hand I'll always be committed to you."

"Of course," I said. "I know we have a father-son bond, but that doesn't extend to becoming physical."

"Why not? You are certainly my father in every sense of the word, but you aren't my biological father. I want to love you physically. I rather think I need to love you physically as well as emotionally."

"I was stunned. "How, how did you know that?" I stammered.

That day when you asked mom for my custody, and she threatened to tell me that you weren't my father, I overheard the whole conversation. How about Melissa? Please tell me that you aren't her father either. It would be a comfort to me to know that bitch is only a half sister and not a full sister."

"She isn't mine," I answered completely deflated now, "and the tests show that you have different fathers. I hope that's as much a comfort to you as my knowing that she isn't my daughter."

"There's no way mom will let me live with you. She hates you, but you can bet on this. When I turn eighteen I'm living with you full time, except when I am away at college."

Luke leaped out of bed. He grabbed my naked body into his. Our cocks rubbed together and our lips met. It was Luke who forced my lips open with his tongue and now our tongues began to caress.

Nat jumped out of bed. "I think I'll leave you two alone," he said. Luke and I tackled him, and threw him back on the bed.

"You're not going anywhere," I said. "I've never tasted cock in my life, and I want desperately to taste yours and Luke's. You two will have to instruct me in what to do."

"That will be a pleasure," Nat said.

That night was the best night of my life. The boys instructed me in the fine art of fellatio and declared me an expert after one lesson. Nat instructed both of us in how to prepare an ass for fucking. There was more to it than I thought. I never thought about lubricating and stretching the opening. During the course of instruction I found myself fucking Nat, and Luke fucking me at the same time. Being the lucky guy in the middle was everything it is cracked up to be. Of course, I wasn't selfish, and we switched positions often.

Nat spent the rest of his spring break with us and believe it or not he continued to tutor Luke. Our last night of Luke's stay was bitter sweet. We cried a lot and made love a lot, and both boys clung to me as we said goodbye. Nat dropped Luke off at home.

"I can't wait until Wednesday evening," Nat said to me as he waved goodbye.

Over the next two weeks, I had Luke both Wednesday nights and one weekend. We spent the entire visitation time in bed with Nat.

It was sometime about two weeks later that Randi telephoned me. We hadn't spoken since she got back from her ski trip in Switzerland so I was rather surprised.

"I need a favor," she announced bluntly and without even saying hello.

"Shoot," I answered.

"Mark has asked me to marry him."

"Who's Mark?" I had never heard his name mentioned.

"He was my ski instructor in Switzerland." Did I hear her right? Mark wasn't even the guy she went to Europe with.

"Congratulations," I said. I didn't give a shit one way or the other.

She continued. "I don't want to disrupt the kids' lives and pull them out of school. Anyway they both have vehemently told me they won't move to Europe. My mother has agreed to take Melissa, and I was wondering if you would take Luke. I realize that you aren't legally obligated, but he would like it and it would be a great load off my mind."

"Well," I lied, "that would certainly put a crimp into my bachelor shenanigans, but yes, I'll take him. When should I come and get him?"

There was a hesitation and Randi answered timidly, with a question mark. "Tomorrow??"

"Wow, that is fast," I said. "Is there any chance I could come over tonight?"

This time she answered more eagerly. "Yes, yes, that would be nice, and Mark is here. It will give you a chance to meet him before we leave."

I rushed over to Randi's. Luke and I were very restrained in our greeting. I shook Mark's hand warmly as Luke began to load his suitcases into my car. We couldn't wait to get out of that house and on our way to OUR home and OUR new life.

Posted: 03/11/11