The Tutor by Peter

The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

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Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with Brady spooned behind me, his hard cock still inside me, his arm draped over me. As I opened my eyes, I realized the bed held only the two of us. Josh wasn't in the room, but I spied a folded note on the nightstand. I reached out to get it, carefully, so as not to wake Brady.

"You guys looked so adorable sleeping together, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went to get breakfast. If I'm not in the dining room, you can find me in the hotel gym or the swimming pool."

As I replaced the note on the nightstand, Brady stirred.

"Mmmmmm," he purred, running his big hand over my chest. "Morning, Mr. J." He clutched me against himself, and I could feel his cock getting bigger inside my ass. I realized that he hadn't been hard, after all, at least not fully.

I handed him the note to read.

“Josh is as cool as his dad,” he said.

He began pulling his cock out and pushing back in. His cum, still inside me, acted as lubricant. Feeling his gigantic cock thrusting into my ass aroused me, and my own cock began to stiffen. One of his strokes banged my prostate, sending a bolt of ecstasy through my body.

“Awwwhhh, fuck!” I gasped.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, it’s okay… Damn, that was a jolt of electricity.” I was now rock hard. Last night I wondered how I'd taken it all; now I never wanted his cock to leave me. I'd feel empty without it.

"Fuck, Mr. J., your ass is so tight,” he said as he reached around and found my hardon. His hand stroked it, up and down. I felt something wet briefly touch the back of my neck: a kiss? "Ohhhhh, fuuuck, that's good," he said, his voice low, his breath warm in my ear. "Do you like it too, Mr. J?" When I didn't respond immediately, he pulled his cock out all the way, and he stopped stroking my hard cock.

"Put it back in, Brady," I pleaded. "Put your cock back in my ass."

"That's what I want to hear; I wanta make sure you want it." Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was grinning.

He slid all the way into me, and I gasped at the sudden pressure inside me. Was this how Josh felt when Brady fucked him? Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.

"I would like to make this last, but I’m so hot and horny this morning. I'm getting close, Mr. J," said the teenage stud behind me, his hand increasing speed on my cock.

“Let it go, then,” I told him. “I doubt you’ll have any trouble working up another hardon, or another load.”

“Do you want another one?” he asked, laughing. He picked up his pace till he was slamming his cock into me, jarring my whole body. “Aww, fuck, Mr. J… fuck, I’m cummin’!!”

I didn't realize how close I was myself until I began to shoot, my come splattering on the bed and then running down Brady's hand. My ass clenched tightly around his cock.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned again, ramming his cock all the way in and holding it there. Then I felt the hot jets of his sperm blasting deep into my guts. Brady shook the bed with his climax. When he had emptied his balls inside me he heaved a big sigh and pulled us tightly together. “That was great, Mr. J. I don’t want you take it the wrong way, but you’re the best sex I ever had.”

*****

Of course, my relationship with Josh was different now. How could it not be after having sex together. I wanted his ass as much as he wanted my cock, and I began sleeping in his bed instead of my own. He had a double bed, a hand-me-down from his grandparents, so there was plenty of room. We'd take off our clothes and climb in together, naked. The sensation of his muscular body next to me, rubbing against me as I did against him, our legs intertwining, turned me on beyond belief. Sometimes we'd feel each other up, sort of foreplay, sometimes he'd grab me and kiss me, hard, on the mouth, but always I'd end up fucking him up the ass.

*****

It was that way our first night back from Chicago. As my cock slid into Josh's asshole all the way to my balls, he grabbed the bed sheets and groaned. At first I thought I was hurting him, but when I looked down I saw he was hard as a rock. It still probably hurt, but it was obviously a good hurt. As I pumped his ass, I bent down to say something to him, but when our eyes met I forgot what I was going to say. I was mesmerized, looking at Josh's face. His eyes were open, and he stared back at me silently, an expression of rapture on his face. It was like looking at a younger version of myself. On impulse I bent further to give him a quick kiss. As our lips met, a wave of lust came over me. I pushed my tongue between his teeth, finding its counterpart, and for what seemed like ages we explored each other’s mouths. I was so turned on that I couldn't hold back; I shot my load deep inside him, and I felt his own sticky fluid spurting between our bodies, but we didn't stop kissing.

As we finally parted, a string of saliva connected my lips to his. "That was amazing," I said. "I never dreamed I'd want to butt fuck my own son, Josh, but now I don't ever want to stop."

"You feel incredible inside me, Dad. It feels so good like this. I would never have imagined it either, but now I wonder how I can be so lucky to have you for a dad. I wonder if there’re any other teenage boys lucky enough to have their dads like this.”

“I wouldn’t venture a guess, but I doubt here are many,” I said.

*****

It was strange to feel sexually attracted to my own son. And it was even stranger to actually do it; each time I shot my load inside him, I remembered that I was using the cock that created him, and it was one of these sperm that had helped create him; it was almost like these were his siblings swimming around inside him, or could have been. But surprisingly, after I got over the initial shock, it didn't feel wrong. Josh was just as sexually attracted to me as I was to him, so I didn't have any compunctions about have sex with him. And the sex was incredible.

Even when we weren't fucking, we savored the physical contact of having our arms around each other's shoulders. I had begun to truly appreciate my son's body. Being on the wrestling team -- I think his weight class was 171 -- had honed his natural athlete's build, especially that magnificent butt which I'd come to enjoy plowing so much.

I realized I was noticing Josh's body more, especially his ass. Or maybe he was showing it off more. He'd wear these tight gym shorts around the house, the kind that ended right where his muscular thighs began. I was sure he wasn't wearing underwear; I found out I was right the first time I took them off him before he climbed into bed with me.

On days that Brady had been over, Josh was extra horny with me. He liked to say that the loads Brady had pumped into him made his ass chute even slicker and smoother for my cock, which was true. He called it "natural lube."

*****

I was at work when the two of them had their first tutoring session after our night at the hotel. I asked him how it went. He said okay, but didn’t elaborate. Two days later, when their next one was scheduled, I got home and found Josh sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.

"How'd it go?" I asked him.

He looked up at me. "Actually, we haven't started yet. Brady asked me to move back the start time." He cocked his head at me. "Maybe you would like to join us this time."

I felt my face flush, but just looking at my son sitting there started getting me aroused. I swallowed, and nodded. "Wouldn't miss it. If its okay with Brady."

Josh laughed. “Can’t think of one reason why it wouldn’t be okay with Brady. It was his idea,” he said.

“Oh, really.”

“Yeah, he’s really turned on by you, Dad. He thinks you’re so hot. Part of it, I think, is because you’re my dad, and that boggles his mind.”

Half an hour later Brady came through the back door. He looked particularly hot, with his hair carefully combed. Instead of his usual T-shirt, he had a dress shirt on, but the top three buttons were undone, revealing his tan, broad, muscular chest.

"Hey there, sexy," Josh greeted him.

"Mister Johnson!" he exclaimed. He reached out to shake my hand.

"Is that all I get?" I joked. To my surprise, he shrugged and pulled me into a hug. He clapped me on the back twice, and I felt the strength of his powerful arms. He was wearing some kind of cologne; he'd put on a little too much, but somehow that only made his sex appeal stronger.

"Shall we get the work out of the way," he told Josh, then added, "if you can concentrate, bud," lightly punching him on the shoulder. Then he turned to me. "Give us an hour, Mister Johnson. We'll call you when we're ready for….you know."

“You guys will have to move it up to your room so I can make dinner,” I said.

I found it hard to keep my mind on anything, but I managed to make dinner and put it in the oven to keep warm till the boys were ready to eat. I made enough so I could ask Brady to stay for dinner, if he wanted. Then I heard my son's footsteps running down the stairs. "Wanna come up, Dad?" he asked excitedly from the bottom of the stairs. His hair was mussed up, and his shirt was a little askew. “We’re finished with Brady’s homework if you wanta come up.”

“I’ve got dinner warming in the oven if you boys are ready to eat,” I said.

“Well, we’re ready, but not for dinner,” he said.

I followed Josh up the stairs, reaching out to squeeze his firm butt.

“We should try it on the stairs sometime, Dad,” he said.

"Didn't even take off your tie, Mister Johnson?" Brady asked with a big smile when I followed Josh into his room. Brady had stripped down to just his briefs, his gorilla-sized bulge looking even bigger than I remembered.

I began taking off my clothes, and he watched me the entire time. By the time I was naked, I was fully hard, my cock pointing straight out, where the two boys’ cocks stuck out at an upward and Brady’s had a little curve to it.

“Fuck, Mr. J, you are really built,” Brady said.

“So are you, Brady,” I said.

“I just hope I’m built like that when I’m your age. My dad sure isn’t.”

Josh, also naked by this time, came over to me, grabbed my cock with his right hand -- goddamn, that felt good -- and led me to the bed. We sat down on the edge of the bed and I leaned my face into his and kissed him.

“Ohh, fuck yeah, that’s hot, watching dad and son kiss,” Brady said as he mauled the bulge in his shorts.

Josh and I played with each other's tongues a few times before he pulled out a bottle of lube from under the mattress and gave it to me.

"Get me ready," he said as he climbed on the bed and perched on his hands and knees, his ass high in the air, flexing his tight hole for my benefit. My cock was throbbing for that hole, but I didn't want to hurt him, so I carefully spread the lube over my cock, then squirted more into my hands and coated his crack with it, then used a couple of fingers to push some inside as well. He scooted across a little bit and I knelt on the bed behind him and positioned my cock against his asshole. I savored the anticipation.

"Yeah, go for it, Mister Johnson," Brady encouraged me, and just knowing that he was in the room, watching me fuck my son, somehow made it that much hotter. I pushed, and Josh's hole easily opened for me. He cried out in pleasure as I slid my cock several inches inside, stopping when it was halfway in so he could get used to it.

"More," he croaked then, and slid the rest of the way in, my hands on his narrow waist, my pubes resting against the smooth skin of his muscular ass.

Brady, a glazed look in his eyes, came around the bed, shoving his briefs down. They dropped to the floor and he left them there. This was the closest look I'd ever gotten at his monster dick. I couldn't believe a cock could actually be that big, especially on a teenager, let alone that big and rock-hard. That he was able to stand without passing out from lack of blood to the brain was a mystery.

"Ready for this, Mister Johnson?" he asked, stroking his cock proudly. He didn't leave me any choice; I was going to have that humongous shaft up my ass and I was helpless to stop him. Not physically helpless, but helpless because I wanted it so bad. I couldn't wait.

He took even more time getting me ready than I had Josh, his fingers playing with my ass, loosening me up, stretching me. Each time he touched me got my engine going even harder, till I was pounding Josh mercilessly, and fucking back onto Brady’s fingers. Suddenly I felt Josh shoot under me, his ass tightening around my cock, but I kept going, drilling him and plowing him like a madman, impatient for Brady to do the same to me. As much as his fingers had stretched me and greased me, when he entered me it still felt like he was shoving a fencepost up my butt. And yet, that was exactly what I wanted, and my loud groans of pleasure made that clear to everyone in the room.

“Ohh, Godd! Aw, Godd, Brady, you’re so fuckin’ big!” I groaned as he impaled me on his huge manhood.

“Want me to go try to find you something smaller?” he asked.

“No! Fuck, no!” I gasped.

“Didn’t think so,” he said, laughing, as he began fucking me.

“Ohh…Ohhhh…Awwwhh, fuck…that is so good…Awwhhh, you go in so fuckin’ deep…aww, fuck me, Brady…fuck me…..” I felt like such a whore, begging the teenage athlete to fuck my ass, especially in front of Josh. Brady could do that to me. It was the wildest fuck of my life. Think I went into brief unconsciousness a few times. I know I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was learning the meaning of drilling a new asshole. My Godd, the boy could fuck! My prostate couldn’t escape his plunging cock. Not that I wanted it to, but he was almost brutalizing it, incessantly; it would’ve been good to have a few seconds reprieve between times. It was impossible for me to hold off. I was at Brady’s mercy, and he was showing me none, although I think he would have if I’d asked.

"I'm such a stud," he announced proudly as he drilled my ass. "Fuckin' both a father and his son."

Brady came first, shooting his load inside me as if he was marking his territory. Feeling that hot liquid spurting in me set me off, and soon I was doing the same to Josh. It was a chain reaction and finally, Josh came again, collapsing on the bed on top of both of his loads.

Being sandwiched between my son and his football player buddy was a level of erotic bliss I'd never experienced before. But my ass felt so empty after Brady had left it, and I tried not to think about what that meant; that I was letting a high school student buttfuck me -- no, more than that, I wanted him to buttfuck me.

I was a bit uneasy that the big stud could turn me into his pussy by his mere presence. I needed to put these thoughts out of my mind. I rose out of the bed.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I said.

Brady got up. "I'll join you."

"Dude, you totally have the hots for my dad!" Josh said excitedly.

I thought Brady would laugh or brush it off, but instead he looked straight at me. "Yeah, I guess I do. Yeah, I sure do,” he said in a husky tone.

It gave me a bit of a chill.

*****

The following Friday Brady stopped by the house.

"Today isn't one of your regular 'tutoring' sessions, is it, Brady?" I asked as I let him in. "Josh isn't in right now."

"I know. Actually, Mr. J, I… I'm not here to see Josh. I'm here to see you." With that, he came up to me and put his hands on my face and before I could react, he bent his head down and pressed his mouth against mine. In that moment he seemed like a giant to me. As his tongue slipped between my lips, I groaned softly, and without thinking I put my arms around him.

"I want you so bad, Mr. J," he whispered. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." He kissed me again, with more deep-tongue passion, and said, "Take off your clothes, Mr. J. I want to see you naked. I love seeing your body."

I was in a haze of desire for him, my son's teenage fuckbuddy. I didn't want to think about how strange the situation was; I just knew I wanted to feel that monster cock of his inside me again, and he was asking for my naked body. I would give it to him, as eye candy, and any other way he wanted it. His eyes darted about, following my hands as I took off my clothes.

He licked his lips as I stood before him, naked, my cock jutting out towards him, the object of my newfound lust. He took off his varsity jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his incredible body. He was powerfully built, even more so than me, and taller. I worked out every day, and I was pretty proud of my body; I even still had my sixpack. In fact, one of the photographers at the gym had talked me into doing some underwear modeling last year. I certainly got my share of compliments from guys at the gym, which I was beginning to see in a new light. But Brady had three inches of height on me, and must have weighed a good 210 or 220, at least twenty pounds more than me, and if he had more than 6% body fat, I'd have been astonished. His bronzed skin only accentuated his physique. I couldn't help feeling a little intimidated by the power of his sheer physicality.

His body was all the more impressive given that he was still in high school. He slipped his arms underneath mine and put them around my torso, so my own arms had nowhere to go but around his shoulders. He slowly ran his hands down my back while his lips nuzzled my throat, and I gasped in pleasure as his big hands clasped my butt muscles like he would two footballs. I felt the huge muscles in his arms knotting and relaxing as he moved, and his enormous pecs pressing against mine. And of course, I felt the beast between his legs expanding and pushing against my crotch. Such blatant, undeniable evidence of his desire for me was more than flattering -- it was a serious turn-on. Brady was a truly impressive specimen of manhood, and right now he wanted nothing more than to be with me, despite the fact I was old enough to be his father.

He kissed me fervently, and I lashed my tongue around his mouth. Then he moved back and looked at me; I had to tilt my head upward to meet his gaze. "I want to feel your ass muscles wrapped around my cock," he said hoarsely.

"Let's move this to the bedroom," I replied. He nodded. I let him let the way upstairs, drooling over his muscular butt encased in his jeans. He wanted me to go up first, but I was naked and I told him the way he was boned, we would never get up the stairs.

I practically ripped his clothes off, I was so impatient to get him in bed. I didn't think about what I was doing or what the consequences, if any, would be; I just did it. I leaned back on the bed, and he climbed over me, his hands on either side of me, his cock, already hard, lying over my abdomen like a rolling pin. He leaned down to kiss me, and I felt his cock throbbing against my abs. I put one hand on the back of his neck as we kissed. He moved so he could rub his cock against mine, then pulled it slowly back. Smiling, he leaned over and got the lube out of the nightstand; he knew where I kept it now. While he watched, I smeared some the lube around my butthole, then handed then squeezed someone his fingers to him so he could grease up his mammoth cock. Then I pulled my legs back and held them while he slowly pushed inside me.

“Ohh, Goddd!” I moaned. “Its gonna make me feel like a virgin every time you do this.”

“I’m gonna love taking your virginity every time, Mr. J.”

This was the first time he'd fucked me from the front, so I got to watch his rippling, bulging muscles, and the expression on his face as he slid into me. He showed exquisite pleasure, his mouth narrowing into an "O" and his breath becoming shallower. I can't say I was used to the pressure inside my rectum, but it had become a welcome sensation.

He fucked me hard, thrusting with the kind of force that only a man with his kind of muscles can generate. It didn't hurt; it felt magnificent, like he was a rampant bull. He certainly had a bull-sized cock. He fucked the come out of me, and as I shot all over my abs and chest, he spurted his own load within me. But he didn't stop. He was still hard, and he kept going, a horny teenager breeding my ass. The second time was even longer, and my ass was going numb from the incessant pounding till he finally came again, depositing a second load up my butt, before collapsing on top of me, panting.

We lay there in post-coital bliss, our skin damp with sweat, the air ripe with the smell of sex and cum and musk, his cock slightly softer and slightly smaller than before, but still lodged firmly inside me. I never wanted this feeling to end. I never wanted this boy/man out of my sight… out of my reach.

Brady started to laugh. I could feel the vibrations everywhere, his muscles shaking against me, even through his cock up my butt.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing…." he managed to get himself under control. "I'm just so… I wasn't sure if you wanted me as much as I wanted you." He kissed me quickly on the lips. "I'm just happy."

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"I guess I'd better get going," he sighed. "My parents are expecting me home for dinner."

"You'd better shower first. I'd join you, but then you'd never get out of here on time." He grinned to acknowledge that I was right.

He didn't stay in the shower long, and he didn't bother putting a towel around his waist; he just stepped out of the bathroom stark naked. His casual nakedness was beginning to turn me on again; I restrained myself by reminding myself that Josh would be home soon, and the two of us would have all night together. It felt weird, postponing my lust for one guy by focusing on my lust for another, but I shook that off so I could enjoy the sight of this football stud walking around my bedroom naked, picking up his clothes and then putting them on.

I watched Brady's muscles ripple as he got dressed. He didn't have a tan line, just that same, even bronze color all over. He tucked his cock, the cock that had just been inside me, into his underwear.

When he was fully clothed, he turned to me. He got a look of such hunger on his face, his eyes were full of lust, something I'd never expected to see from one of my son's classmates. He walked over and put his hands on my shoulders, caressing the smooth skin, feeling my own muscles. "God, you are so hot, Mr. Johnson." He sat down on the bed next to me. I put my arm around his shoulder, and this time it was me pulling him in for a kiss, my tongue slipping between his lips. We made out for a while longer, his hands roaming across my arms and torso. I lost track of time. Finally we came up for air.

"You have the most amazing body," he said, running his fingers down the ridges of my abs, then circling the elastic band of my boxer-briefs. "I think your waist is almost as small as mine."

"Thirty one inches," I replied.

He grinned at me. "Mine is thirty.” He gave me a funny little scowling grin “I . . . uh, there's been something I've been meaning to ask you, Mr. Johnson."

I ran my hands down his arms, feeling the powerful biceps, then pulled myself out of my reverie to focus my attention. "Go ahead, Brady,"

"Would… uh, would you mind if Josh slept over at my place tomorrow night?" I sensed that that wasn't his original question.

"You horndog." I punched him on the shoulder. "Sure, I have no problem with that. Did you ask your folks?"

"They don't mind; they're going out to the theater that night anyway." He stopped once more at the doorway to look at me, then he waved and left.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/0510