The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 2 

Next morning the boys boldly showered together, to save time, they said.  I had the chance to take a look at the sheets on their bed.  Sure enough there was a huge spot where Josh had shot his load.  We went for a late breakfast then headed for the Field Museum.  It was a nice, relaxing, fun day with the two boys.  They were overly at-ease with the new-found discovery that I knew about them.  After the museum, we drove around the city for awhile and stopped for supper late in the evening then went back to the hotel to relax and go for a swim.

I did a few laps and went back in the room, dried off and slipped on a pair of shorts.  A few minutes later, Brady came in the room, drying off.  He pulled his wet swimsuit off and came out of the bathroom to finish drying off.  I was sitting in the chair, looking out over the pool, watching Josh swim languidly back and forth in the pool.  Brady sat on the edge of my bed, without bothering to put anything on.

"Josh is a good swimmer," he remarked.

"Yeah, he was like a fish from the first time I put him in the water," I said.  I wanted to let Brady know that I'd seen them last night but I didn't know how to bring it up.

"He would make a hell of an athlete," Brady said.

"I know, but he never was one for organized team sports or organized anything for that matter.  He’s always just wanted to do his own thing."

After a moment, Brady said, "You know what he really wants?"

"What?" I asked, turning to him with a curious look.

“He would kill me if he knew I told you.”

“What?” I asked. “What does he want?”

"You."

“Huh?"

"He wants you," Brady said again.

"He's got me.  He's always had me," I said.

"No, he wants….pardon my bluntness, Mr. Johnson, but since all our cards are on the table….Josh wants to have sex with you. Specifically, he wants you to fuck him. He’s terrified of the idea, because of what you might think of him if you knew."

I was stunned into silence, unable to comprehend that any teenage boy could talk to a man that way, especially about his own son.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"He told me."

"He told you… he… he wants me… to……"

"Yes, sir.  He thinks you're a real stud."

"You must know, I find this very hard to believe," I said.

"Ask him,” Brady said with a shrug.  “Or when he comes back inside, you crawl in bed with him and I'll take your bed.  Give him that much of a go-ahead and see what happens."

"How did you become so astute, and so bold at your age?" I asked.

“Astute?... your son, that's how,” he replied. "He's the one who laid down the terms for tutoring me.” 

"His… terms?"

"Yeah, I was bowled over when he told me. Besides the money, he said he wanted to have sex with me. I never did anything with another guy before that. As for bold….I’ve always been bold, so it wasn’t any problem agreeing to his terms."

“What would you think if I told you that I laid here and watched you fuck Josh last night," I said

He smiled, a sheepish smile.  "I wondered if you might be watching."

"And it didn't bother you that I might be?""

“You said you already saw us before,” he said.  "Did it bother you?"

"Not the way it should have."

"I told Josh you'd practically told us it was okay."

"I know, I heard you talking."

"Are you going to tell Josh you saw us?  Or can I tell him?"

"You can tell him, but not in front of me," I said.

“I don’t think it would make any difference to Josh that you saw us last night,” he said.  "But hey, why don’t I get lost for awhile if you would rather be alone with him," he offered.

"That hardly seems necessary at this stage of the game," I said.

"I just thought you might want the privacy, you know, to talk about all of this," he said.     

I looked out to watch Josh in the pool.  "I wouldn't know how to approach him," I said.

"I could orchestrate something.  I could come right out and tell him that you and I have talked and that you saw us last night and also that you know what he wants.  But the only approach you need, really, is to crawl in bed with him. You think he's not going to figure that out, that you're changing beds for a reason?"

I shook my head.

"What?" Brady asked.

"I don't believe this conversation, listening to a teenager tell me how to go about fucking my own son."

"There’s not much other way to put it, is there?” he said.  "It wouldn't be rape, Mr. Johnson," he went on.  "Did it look like I was raping him?"

I didn't answer.  The lights went out in the pool; it was closing. Josh climbed out and picked up a towel. He came inside, patting the water from his chest.

"I'm going to sleep good tonight," he said.

I offered to rent another porno video but we were all too tired. In those moments when we were getting ready to go to bed, Brady took the bull by the horns and I suddenly lost control of the situation.  He waited, purposely I think, for Josh to get in their bed then he crawled into my bed.

"Are you sleeping over there?" Josh asked with a surprised look.

"Hey, I’m beat, and it was the closest bed to fall into," he said.

I didn't have much choice; I could either crawl into my bed with Brady or in with Josh.  Naturally, I chose Josh. Brady turned out the lights, then got up and pulled the drapes closed to block out the outside lights.  I welcomed the darkness. I shouldn’t have, for the purpose that I did.  I lay perfectly still beside Josh.  So did he, and I could almost feel the tension in the bed.

"Today was fun," Brady said.

"Yeah, it's been a great weekend," I said.

"I'm glad,” Josh said in a hoarse tone.  “It could’ve been a disaster. I was so afraid I disappointed you."

"Don't go there.  Don't ever go there again," I said, laying a hand lovingly across his chest.  That bodily contact was all that was needed to spark things between us.  I felt the electricity between us.  Josh moved his thigh against mine and I pressed back.  A moment later, he boldly reached down and took hold of my cock.  It was already thick and rubbery.

"I don't know if… if I can do this, son," I  said in a husky whisper.  "It wouldn't be right, and I don't know if I can get past that."

"That's what Brady said at first, but he changed his mind," he said.

"That's different; he's not your father."

"He said he would go for a walk and leave us alone,” Josh said.

"No, I don't want him walking the streets of Chicago by himself,” I said.

 "I don't care if he's here, dad.  I don't care if he comes over here and gets in bed with us."

"Josh, do you really want this?" I asked as I bravely reached over and took his cock in my hand.  Godd, he was hard!  And so big!  I could barely get my hand around it. My heart thudded with excitement that I’d never known before.

"Yeah, dad, I do. I’ve wanted it for a long time. Ohh, your hand feels so good," he whispered. "I think I've wanted it since I was about eleven years old, when I first noticed your cock and how big it was.  I wondered if I would ever get that big."

"Well, you did and then some, I think," I said, squeezing his cock.

"I saw you naked plenty of times, but that one day, it was like my sexuality kicked in and I was seeing you in a whole different light."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Is Brady the only one?" I asked.

"He's the only one who's… fucked me," Josh replied.

"There have been… others… though?"

He hesitated then replied, "Yes."

"Very many?"

"Two,” he replied.

"How long?"

"About a year now," he replied.

"Nobody could ever know about this… about you and me," I said.

"Brady would know."

"I'm not worried about Brady telling anyone."

We lay there languidly jacking each other's cocks, like two young buddies.

"I… I d-don't know what to do," I said hoarsely.

"Do you want Brady to show you?"

"No.  I just don't know… I guess I'm afraid.."

"We could look at it this way; I've felt your hand on my bare butt when you paddled me when I was a boy.  Make me feel it again, only in a different way."  He turned toward me, on his side.

I laid his hand on his butt.  "Your butt is so solid."

"Yeah, it drives the girls nuts," he said, grinning.  "Brady, too."

"I'm afraid it will me, too, from now on," I said as I squeezed the hard muscles.  He rolled on over onto his stomach.  Just then Brady appeared beside the bed.  We didn't even know he'd gotten out of his bed.  He had a tube in his hand, uncapped.

"Here, you’ll need to use this," he said, aiming the tube at my cock.

I let him squeeze some lube on my cock then smeared it up and down the shaft.  Brady squeezed more lube onto his own fingers and began working them between Josh’s buns. Josh spread his legs out wide and hunkered up against Brady’s fingers. I couldn’t believe the scene playing out before me.  I was lying in bed with my son, watching the studly high school tight end getting my son ready for me to fuck him.

"Your fingers won't hurt him," Brady said as he shoved his two fingers deep into Josh’s ass and twisted his wrist around. "Need some more lube for your cock?" he asked.

“No, I think I’m fine,” I said. Brady handed me a towel and I wiped my hand off.  The moment was upon us. The time had come.  My son lay there waiting for me to climb on top of him between his legs and plow him with my cock; to fuck him. It was all so incomprehensible.  But it was too late to matter, my brain wasn't calling the shots. I raised up to mount him. I followed my hard, aching cock to position myself between the boy's legs. He spread his leg wider and humped his butt up for me.  I set my lubed cock head between the taut buns and pushed into the deep crevice. I reached bottom, my cock head smashed against the spongy muscle surrounding Josh's asshole. It shouldn't be this hard, I thought. It was just like fucking a pussy.  Just push in and start moving. But this was no pussy hidden in a bush of hair between a pair of soft legs. This was a tight hole that had to be penetrated by force. This was my son's body with the forbidden entrance protected by the powerful mounds of his butt that he could squeeze together and keep me out.  Still, he'd had that portal penetrated before, so the difficulty was all my own.  Josh wanted it, and he made me want it.  I pushed harder with each probe till suddenly the head of my cock penetrated his tight hole.

"Uhhnnn," he moaned softly.

I checked my entry, feeling terrible that I must be hurting him.  But he kept pressing back against me, forcing his asshole to swallow my cock

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned.  "Ohhh, My Goddd!"  I was in him, all the way and his hot, tender, teenage ass was squeezing my cock unmercifully.  When he was used to it he squirmed under me; I took it as a signal for me to fuck him. As much as the lust surged through me, so too did the old long-buried feelings emerge. It was like I was discovering myself.  For a moment the boy under me became that young sailor who had come in and out of my life so long ago. Perhaps I tried to will it so, protecting myself from the truth, but there could be no denying that truth; this was Josh, my son, beneath me humping his tight butt up to meet my probing thrusting cock.

Brady was still standing there watching us. I glanced up at him and he smiled, an approving smile and nodded. Then he reached out and put his hand around my butt. He squeezed and I flexed the muscle for him. The next thing I felt were his fingers, slick with lube, sliding between my buns. I started but I didn’t try to stop him. He touched and gently probed at my asshole. I was suddenly scared. I became terrified when he got on the bed behind me. He intended to fuck me!!

My first reaction was "Like Hell, No Way" but I couldn't stop him.  I was fucking Josh, my own son, I couldn't suddenly turn into a wimp trying to stop Brady from doing the same thing to me.  I was frightened at what Josh would think of me and I was terrified for myself, but I had to take it like a man.  I had to BE the man Josh had always thought me to be.  I just didn't want him to think I was gay. Why that bothered me, I didn't know. Why was it okay for him to be gay and not me?  I didn't think any less of him, why would he think less of me?  Anyway, I was too confused to sort it all out right then, and too scared.    

I felt the heat of Brady's slick cock sliding easily into the crack of my butt.  I felt his heat against my hole, pressing, stretching the pliable muscle around my asshole.

"Relax, it'll make it easier," he whispered huskily.

I wished he hadn't spoken. I think I was pretending that Josh wouldn't know what Brady was doing. I tried to relax and accept the inevitable.

"Uhhhhnn," I moaned, choked in my throat, and my gasp gave me away. Josh raised up and cocked his head around.

Brady shoved deeper.

"Awwwhh," I groaned as he entered me.

"Aww, dad… is… Brady fucking you!!" Josh exclaimed.

I didn't answer. I couldn't admit to it.  I couldn't speak anyway for at that instant, Brady's thick cock was going deeper, deeper, so deep that he was taking my breath away.  Where was it all going? I began to understand how Josh was able to take Brady's big cock….partly because there was no choice, but mostly because it felt so wonderful.  My God, how much more, I thought as he plowed into me.  Finally, I felt his pubes and his balls against my butt and he bored deep and let his cock throb inside me. Josh new the whole truth when Brady buried he last of his cock in me, so hard that he pushed me harder into Josh's ass.

"Awwwhhhhh!" we both groaned in unison.  Mine was partly from pain; Josh’s from surprise.

"Is he fucking you, dad?  Is he?" Josh asked again.

I hesitated and Brady answered for me.  "Yeah, man, I'm fucking him," he said hoarsely. "I'm fucking your dad, man.  Your dad is the coolest guy in the world."

The coolest? How about the most reprehensible?  Or the most stupid? My head was spinning.  I couldn't believe what I was doing, sandwiched between my son and this big jock, fucking my son, getting fucked by the jock.  It was like an X-rated gay video.  It was like….Godd, the most wonderful feeling in the world.

"You doing okay, Mr. Johnson? You okay?" Brady asked.

"Yesss," I hissed.  "Ohhh, Godd."

"Does it feel good, Dad?"

"Yeah, it feels good," I moaned.

"You feel good, too, Dad.  Especially when Brady shoves into you and forces you to plow into me. Ohhh… Awwww, yeah, like that.  Ohh, fuck me…. fuck me, Dad!"

Suddenly Brady stopped and slowly pulled his cock out. My wide-open asshole gripped at the air and there was a nagging feeling of want inside me.  Bewildered, I glanced over my shoulder at him.  He was smiling, a sly grin.

"What?" he asked.

I could feel the head of his cock bobbing and sliding up and down the crack of my ass, the head rubbing deliciously against my gaping hole.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Do you want it back?" he asked.

He was playing with me.  He wanted me to ask him for it; to beg.

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Tell me," he said.

"Yeah," I said again.

"Tell me what you want."

God, why was he dong this?  Was he trying to humiliate me in front of my son?  I gulped down my pride and blinked the humiliation from my eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to beg. No, I wouldn't. But my asshole overrode my resolve and I found myself….heard myself.....uttering the words. "Give it back to me…. Fuck me," I said.

"Fuck you, is that what you said?  Is that what you want, Mr. Johnson?  You want me to fuck you?"

"Yess. Yess, Dammit! Do it!  Fuck me!"  It was my voice.  I tried to mistake it for someone else's but it was mine.

"Aww, Dad, that sounds so sexy, hearing you say that, begging Brady to fuck you," Josh said.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned as Brady shoved his cock back in me.

"Awww…OHh, yeah, dad, do it, give me your big cock," Josh moaned.

"Hey, maybe you would want to join us at our tutoring sessions, Mr. Johnson," Brady said.  "Josh could teach you a lot.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/29/10