The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 5

I met with Stewart Bush over dinner. I had seen him several times at games and school events but it was the first time I’d noticed how very good looking he was, and what great shape he was in.  He had on an expensive looking knit shirt with banded sleeves that hugged a pair of very impressive arms, and his chest development was most obvious under the thin clinging material.

He laid out his offer, which I thought to be most generous.  Too generous, in fact.

“I really don’t think that much is necessary,” I told him of the dollar figure he laid out that he would contribute to Brady’s support.  “Its not like him moving under my roof will increase my expenses all that much.”

“Have you seen Brady eat?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, smiling. “He can certainly put away the groceries.  But…..”

Mr. Bush put up his hand to silence me.  “You will pardon me, but this part of our agreement isn’t negotiable, unless you say it isn’t enough.”

“It’s more than enough. It’s very generous, in fact.  I really don’t want to feel like I’m being paid to take your son in.”

“And why not?  That’s exactly what I would be doing if I sent him to a boarding school, and there he wouldn’t get the personal one-on-one attention that your son has given him.”

If you only knew, I thought, just how personal and one-on-one Josh’s attention was.

“You are essentially taking my place as a father figure for a year,” the man continued.  “That deserves some recognition. So let’s move on to another point that I want to make clear.  Brady will be living under your roof, that means he lives by your rules.  The fact that he is eighteen has no bearing on it. I’ve made that clear to him and I expect you to reinforce it.”

“I don’t expect to have any problems with your son along those lines,” I said.

“Well, if you do, I expect you to come down on him hard.  Suspend privileges, take his keys, even his license… whatever you would do with Josh.”

“I’ve never had to go to those extremes with Josh,” I said.  “They’re both very responsible boys.  I’ve learned that you get out of boys what you expect.  I expect a lot. And Josh hasn’t let me down.  More importantly, he hasn’t let himself down.  I don’t expect Brady will either.”

“Don’t be afraid to raise the bar,” he said.  “Mrs. Bush and I have talked about bringing Brady over to Europe for a couple of weeks in the summer, but I’m not sure I will do that.  I’ve lined up several interviews for him for part time jobs, and I’m inclined to think he would be better off staying home and devoting his time to his job and his workouts.  It’s important he does well for his team next year.”

We ended the evening with another date for all of us to get together for dinner, Brady and his parents, with Josh and me.

“How’d it go with my dad?” Brady asked when I returned home.

“Good.”

“What’d he say?”

“That’s between me and your father,” I said.  “If he had wanted you to know, he would’ve invited you to dinner with us. We’re all having dinner together next week by the way.”

“Great. Next weekend, we have a date,” he said.

“We?”

“You and me,” he said.

“You didn’t consult me on the matter,” I said, feigning disapproval.

“Okay. I’ve got tickets to the wrestling matches when the WWF comes to town.  Would you go with me?”

“Brady, you know that’s all fake,” I said, without sounding disappointed.

“I know, but those studs look great in those skimpy little shorts they wear,” he said with a grin.

“Are you trying to entice me with those images?”

“If it’ll get you to say yes.  We don’t have to go watch wrestling; the tickets didn’t cost me anything. We can go anywhere you want.”

“No, we can go watch wrestling till we get bored, then go do something else.”

“So you’re accepting.”

“Yeah, I don’t have anything else going on next weekend,” I said with my best attempt at dry humor.

He laughed and punched me in the shoulder.

 ***** 

The night of the wrestling matches Josh left the house before we did.  I didn’t ask him where he was going, and more and more he wasn’t telling me when he left the house. I thought I should set him down and talk to him about it.  There was just something too clandestine about the way he was acting.

Brady was right about the wrestlers.  They were huge and muscular and hot in their tiny briefs.  I wondered how they kept from pulling them off each other. I didn’t know who they were but Brady seemed to know all of them.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked me as we were driving out of the arena parking lot.

“Yes, I did.  Thanks for asking me.  I didn’t know you followed wrestling.”

“I don’t, really.”

“You seemed to know all of them,” I pointed out.

“I don’t following wrestling, I follow the wrestlers,” he said with a grin.

“I wonder if any of those big guys make out with each other, like on the bus, or back in the dressing room,” I said.

“I don’t see how they keep from getting boned up right there in the ring,” he said. “I think I would, having all that bare, hard muscle rubbing against me.”

“There is the pain factor, slamming each other around like they do,” I said. “Where are we going?” I asked when we had driven out of town.

“You’ll see,” Brady said.

“Does this have anything to do with something I overheard you saying to Josh, about us parking?”

“You heard? It’s got everything to do with it,” he said.

He drove several miles into the country, down gravel roads before he finally turned into a field. “I know where I’m going, I’ve been here before,” he said.

“Yes, I sort of thought so,” I said.

He drove along the tree lined fence to a far corner of the field then turned the car facing back in the direction we’d come. He turned off the motor and turned in the seat facing me.

“All the other times I’ve been here, it was with a girl,” he said as he put his hand across the seat and on my shoulder.  “I want make out with you, Mr. J… Alec… is it okay if I call you Alec?”

“Mr. Johnson does seem a little out of place, considering,” I said.

“Even Mr. J, at times like this,” he said as he leaned toward me, obviously about to kiss me. His voice was hoarse.  Just before his lips touched mine, he said, “I think I might be falling for you, Mr. J.”

I think my heart actually skipped a beat; I was so shocked to hear those words. I guess in the back of my mind, I’d always thought that maybe he was playing me, lording his power over me, taking advantage of the unexpected desire I felt for him. I wanted to stop him from saying it but it was too late, and I should’ve stopped him from kissing me till we talked, but that was too late too. By the time his mouth pressed against mine, parting my lips, and his tongue found mine, all was lost to the moment. And I was his, in any form, by any name. I hated that the boy could do that to me… that I could let him… but I was helpless to resist his charms.

He had my shirt pulled open and was kissing my right nipple while he fumbled with my belt.  “Help me out here,” he said.  “You gotta remember not to wear a belt.”

I took over and undid my belt then my fly and his hand found its way inside my shorts, groping my manhood frantically. I reached for his manhood as well.

“Let’s get you naked first,” he said.

“Are you sure it’s safe here?” I asked.

“I’ve never been caught yet.”

“There’s always a first time,” I said.

“I don’t care… I want you so bad.” He broke away and got out of the car. By the time I was out, he was around to my side, again tearing at my clothes. He barely gave me a chance at his clothes. He went down to his knees to pull off my jeans and shoes and shorts. He buried his face at the apex of my thighs and began kissing my groin all over.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he said, looking up at me over the bulge in my shorts. Then he stood up and leaned into the back seat for a blanket. “I came prepared,” he said.

He spread the blanket out and finished taking off his clothes.

“You are a young corruptor, you know that,” I said

“A damned good one, too,” he said. When he leaned into the back seat again I quickly dropped to my knees and began licking his ass.

“Ohhhh!  Who’s the corruptor?  A man your age, bringing a teenage boy out to a corn field and doing this to him.”

“You’re the one who knew the way out here,” I said between licks.

“Awww…Ohhh, fuck, you know how much I love you doing that, Mr. J., but I’ve got something else in mind for you tonight.”

“What happened to Alec?” I asked.

“Mr. J. just comes out easier,” he said.

I hated to give up his ass, but I relented.  He was turned around… I saw him drop the lube on the blanket… and pulled me into his arms.

“MMmm, I can taste the stuff I put on my ass,” he murmured.

“Yeah, you smelled good,” I said.

He held me only for an instant, and while kissing me, he eased us to our knees on the blanket, then he urged me back. I lay down on the blanket, feeling very much like a boy on h is first date, more so with this muscular teenaged athlete coming down over me.

He went to his knees beside me and leaned over and began kissing my chest all around my nipples. I trembled with anticipation, wanting to feel his tongue across them. He avoided them, teasing me.

“You want me to suck it,” he said as he lapped around my right tit.

“Yesss!” I hissed.

“Okay.”  But he kept kissing and licking all around it then back and forth across my chest till he had me moaning and writhing under his mouth, trying to connect with my tits.

“Fuck, you said okay,” I moaned.

“Okay, don’t whine, I’ll do it. Mann, they’re really standing up”

“That’s your doing…Ohh, Godd!…Ohhh, I love how you do that,” I cried as he began sucking on my left nipple.

His hand was between my legs, caressing my inner thigh and my balls purposely avoiding my cock.  After my tits he nuzzled the side of my neck and my face, brushed his lips over my mouth to the other side of my face. When he came back he left his mouth on mine and kissed me. It was a long, gentle kiss, building in passion. I felt his finger, slick with lube, searching, then probing. I didn’t know when he had uncapped the lube so deftly with one hand.

He probed my ass and kissed my tits then my lips; his tongue was everywhere his mouth went. He would fuck me but now he was more making love to me, whether he intended to or not. I was silently begging for him to take me, to mount me like the stallion he was and fill me with his cock. When he did, it would be raw sex, the kissing only enhancing everything below the waist.

Brady had found my prostate. He knew it well by now, and just how to massage and manipulate it and me, for his purposes.

 “Are you close to ready?” he asked.

“You had me ready when you were taking off your clothes.”

“No, I mean really ready.”  He rubbed his finger over my nut again.

“Awwwh,..Yesss!  I’m ready…any time…soon…Fuck!”

“Was that an exclamation, or a request?” he asked, smiling as he fucked his finger in and out of my ass.

“Ohh, Geezuss, Brady… Godd, you do mean things to me… you know what it meant!”

“Tell me,” he said.

  “It meant, fuck me!” I blurted. “Ohh, Godd…yesss…your finger feels wonderful, but I want your cock…give it to me…fuck me.”

He smiled and kissed me and kept moving his fingers, as I knew he would. He always took me past ready before he began to satisfy the deep insane craving he built up inside me. When I was thrashing about on his hand, he moved between my legs and lifted them onto his broad shoulders.  His cock found its own way, it well knew the way by now too, the broad, blunt head pressing against my loose hole. It throbbed anxiously, rubbing up and down my ass till he nudged it against my hole. I felt the strong pressure exerted by the boy’s powerful butt muscles causing my ass muscle to give way to the hot blunt head. I braced myself, then it burst through my hole, burying itself several inches inside me.

“Ohh, My Godd!” I groaned loudly, humping up off the blanket.

“That hurt?” he asked.

  “No. Yes, but no,” I moaned.  He kept his cock buried and began rotating his hips around in circled.  “Ohhh, Godd…Ohhhh, fuck, Brady, it feels like I’m a virgin all over again every time you shove your cock in me.”

“That’s because you’re so tight,” he said.

“I don’t know how, after you’ve drilled me so many times.”  My asshole was clenching steadily around the foot of his cock.

“That’s how,” he said.  “Your asshole constantly exercises itself around my cock.”

“If you mean that…..”  My ass squeezed again, and again. 

“Awwhh, yeah, that’s what I mean,” he said. He stayed in deep for a long moment then eased back till my asshole was clenching around the rim of his cockhead, as if it were fearful that he was going to pull out.  Then he shoved back in, deep, and started fucking me.

I was always amazed how he could take me into a state of ecstasy with such ease and keep me there, and lift me higher and higher.

“Ohhh, Brady, how do you do this,” I moaned.  “How do you manage to make me feel this way?”

“How am I making you feel?” he asked.

“Like a boy your age, on his first date,” I said.

There was a sudden pause, then he started fucking me hard.  His grunts matched the sounds of his loins smacking against my spread butt, and his powerful thrusts caused the air to gush out of my lungs in gasps.  He moved up over me, tilting my butt straight up and started slamming straight down into my ass.

“Does that feel like a boy?” he growled.

“Awww! Ohh, Fuck, Brady!”

“That’s what I’m doing, Mr. J.”

He was doing more. What was he doing different? I couldn’t detect any different moves but they were driving me to new heights almost with every thrust. And twist of his hips; Godd, where did he learn that?  He never stopped kissing me, and his tongue was hotwired to his cock. I could feel the violent throb of his cock every time our tongues touched and lashed together. And my tongue was hot wired to my as. It was a volatile connection.

“I’m charged tonight,” he said.

“You’re always charged,” I said.

“No, I mean really charged. I’m gonna blow my load in you and then keep on fucking you, so don’t panic that its over just because I go off.”

“The only time I ever panic is when I think you’re fucking me past insanity.”

“That’s my goal, Mr. J.  Second round, you get on top.”

“My Godd, Brady, you’re eighteen years old. Where did you learn this?”

“From your son. He’s a good tutor.”

I had to marvel at how things had turned out; it had been only a few short months ago that I had walked in on Brady fucking Josh’s brains out, and now it was me, the dad, enjoying the big athlete’s youthful sex.  I didn’t want to think that Josh had been cast aside, but Brady definitely had a deep interest and attraction for me. I couldn’t comprehend it, that a teenager could be so hot for a guy old enough to be his father, but I was happy with it as long as Josh was okay with it. I was sure Josh didn’t mind sharing Brady with me.  That was something I had to explore with him.

I let my hands roam over Brady’s hard, smooth muscles, and humped my butt up to meet his thrusts. I loved his facial expressions as he fucked me; like a young man on a mission.

“Some time we have to tell my folks,” he said.

“Tell them what?”

“About us.”

“No, you can’t do that. They entrusted you to my care,” I said.

“And you’re taking very good care of me. I will assure him of that.”

“He can’t know, Brady.”

“I want the world to know. But I guess we should start with Josh. He’ll be the easiest to tell.”

“He already knows,” I said, confused.

“He doesn’t know it all… like how we feel.  But maybe you don’t feel the same way about me, Mr. J.  Maybe I’m assuming something I shouldn’t.  I love you, Mr. J. and I don’t mean like a dad. I’ve got a dad that I love very much. I love you as a man that I want in my life. How about you?  How do you feel about me. Be honest.”

“I like you very much, Brady. I care deeply for you. I can’t believe a boy your age can make me feel the way you do, or that you even want to.  But I’m not ready to express anything deeper.  The sex is awesome. But then, that’s because you’re eighteen and I’m more than twice your age, and that’s not fair to you… either of us.”

“You should let me decide what’s fair for me. But what’s not fair about it for you/”

“The possibility, even the probability, that you would someday walk out of my life and leave a big empty hole.”

“I won’t walk out of your life; you’ll have to run me off to get rid of me. So, what’s not fair to me?”

“That you will want to walk away sometime and you’ll be reluctant to because you won’t want to hurt me. You need to feel free to walk away at any time and get on with your life… free and guiltless… when you find the right girl… or the right younger man.”

“I really don’t see a girl in my life. And if I’d wanted a younger man, I would’ve stuck with Josh, wouldn’t I.  I don’t want an older man either.  I want you.  Why is that so hard for you to understand and accept?  How many ways do I have to prove it?”

“You’re eighteen, I’m thirty eight. When you’re thirty eight, I’ll be fifty eight.”

“We’ll be a very sexy thirty eight and fifty eight,” he said.

“When you’re fifty eight, I’ll be seventy eight. That’s not what you want of your life, Brady.”

“You know it pisses me off that you think you can tell me what I want in my life.”

“I just don’t want you to feel a commitment to something you’ll feel bad about wanting out of,” I said.

“Okay, no commitment,” he said.  “We just go with things the way they are, for as far as it takes us, and if either one of us wants to walk way… well, then it’s over.”

“I don’t want to walk away,” I admitted. “And I don’t want you to, either.  I want you in my life.”

Brady grinned.  I think he knew he’d won.  “Thirty-eight is still young, Mr. Jo-- Alec.  You’ve got easily half your life ahead of you.  You should just count your blessings and be happy you found the right guy.  So how about this instead: I’ll make you a deal.  You let me decide what’s right for me, and I’ll let you decide what’s right for you.”

“You might decide you’re not ready to settle down with just one person,” I said.

“What if I’m not?   How would that fit in? Could you handle sharing me with guys?” he asked.

“I’m already sharing you with Josh,” I pointed out.

“I mean other guys besides Josh,” he said.

“Only guys?  Not girls?” I asked. “I’ve heard from Josh that you have a bit of reputation with the girls.”

He grinned sheepishly. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Mr. J.  I’ve sometimes had a little trouble keeping it up for girls.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always gotten the job done, and I guess that accounts for my reputation. But when I’m with you or Josh, I get a hard-on right away and it seems to last forever.  And at least for me, being ready to settle down, and having sex with other guys, isn’t necessarily mutually exclusive.”

“Godd, you are a stud,” I said.  He grinned at that.  “I’m okay that you’re still sleeping with Josh.  Or even anyone else.”

“I just want you to know, as much as I want you, Mr. J, I don’t know when, if ever, I’ll be able to give up fucking Josh.”

“I’m not asking you to.” I said.

“And I’m not asking you to, either,” he said with a sly grin. 

 “One thing I want you to do first.  Before you decide anything,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to give you and Josh the money to travel… to go away for a month, anywhere  you want to go… drive, take a cruise, fly… then you decide.”

“A month is too long,” he said.

“A month,” I insisted.

“What if Josh doesn’t want to go away with me for a month. He seems to be pretty happy pursuing his life right now.”

“He’ll go,” I said.

“But will he enjoy it? I don’t want us to be miserable together for a whole month.”

“You don’t have to be together exclusively. I’m sure you’ll connect with other guys along the way. Just have fun, without me. And throw in some girls for good measure.”

“You’re wanting me to make sure.”

“Yes. You might find out you still like girls, a lot. It might even be a good thing. I want you to get totally in touch with your feelings. And if thirty days aren’t enough time for you to do that, then take longer, as long as you need. Even if you reach some conclusion about your life, and you’re having fun, just keep going. Take as long as you want before you come back.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to get rid of me. Do you have some other young stud lined up to take my place while I’m gone?”

“No. Not saying I’m going to be celibate during your absence, but that’s not the reason for this.”

“All right, I guess I can handle it, if you can convince Josh.”

“Oh, that won’t take any convincing,” I assured him.

“I’ve got one condition,” he said.

“It’s my idea, you don’t get conditions,” I said.

“Then I won’t go.”

“Okay, what?”

“Will you accept my decision when I get back?”

“Yes.”

“No matter what that decision might be.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Promise.”

“I promise, whatever your decision is, I will accept it,” I said.

“You know what?  With all this talk, I’m in a real horny mood, I wanta pull out and cum on your face.”

“Yes, do it.”

“Catch what you can in your mouth,” he said.

“Yesss.”

“Then I wanta keep on fucking you.”

“This is going to take a long time, isn’t it?” I said.

“Yes, you’ve got me so turned on.”

“You can get turned on by a knothole,” I said.

“Only if it’s tucked between your tight buns. I think I love you, Mr. J.”

“You don’t have to love me.”

“Can’t help it. We have to be together.”

“We are together and we can be, without you being tied down.”

  “I wouldn’t be tied down. Just attached.”

All the while we were talking he kept up his pace of slow, steady thrusts. Almost as if fucking me was background music for our talking. Till suddenly he eased back and out and clamored up to straddle my chest, pumping his great cock

“Here it comes,” he announced.

I lifted my head to offer my face as a target, my mouth opened wide.

“Oh, Shit! It’s gonna be a gusher, I can feel it!”

He overshot my face by a good distance. His first salvo, I had his cum splatter into the leaves behind my head. He laid the next one across my face from my chin to my forehead and another along the side of my face, thick ropes of thick cum that clung like glue. I received several in my mouth, anxious for more. His trajectory lowered as he began white washing my chin and neck and shoulders.  Godd, he could cum! Like a pony. I was always amazed at his volume and power.

“That is so sexy,” he said as he rubbed his cock back and forth across my chin and mouth. I kept my mouth open to catch more cum that was boiling out in thick globs. Then he raised up and got back in position and shoved his cock inside me again.

I was a bit surprised when he leaned down an rubbed his mouth and face over mine, smearing his warm, thick cum all over my face.

“Did you swallow it?” he asked.

I nodded but I didn’t think he believed me.

“Let me see.”

I opened my mouth to show him I had. He leaned down and kissed my open mouth, driving his tongue back to my throat, then lapping it all around inside my mouth and all over my teeth, as if to scrub the inside of my mouth with his spit.

“That doesn’t taste so bad,” he said, licking his lips. “Next time, don’t swallow, we’ll trade it back and forth.”

His continuation of fucking me ran the gamut, from long and gentle to hard and rough. I didn’t know from one moment to the next whether to scream or moan; one ran into the other, sometimes so loud that he told me I had to not be so loud.

“Don’t do that to me, fuck me like that, then tell me I have to quiet,” I groaned.

Suddenly we were interrupted by the beam of bright lights swinging across the field. Brady froze; so did I.

“Ohh, Shit!” I whispered.

“Be still, I’ll take care of it,” he said calmly. His body was suddenly tight, his muscles bulging and taut, but he never pulled out of my ass.

“Brady, we should…..”

“Shhhhh!” he whispered, and kept on fucking me!

After a moment the lights swept clear around the field and vanished.

They saw the car, didn’t want to bother us,” he said

“But they might come back,” I said. “With others.”

“Naw, I don’t think so,” he said, and kept fucking me.

I couldn’t believe his stamina, and I found myself wondering if I would be able to hold up under a life with this young stud. He was eighteen; by the time he was twenty eight or so, he would have me worn down to a frazzle of a man.  He pushed my legs to one side, twisting my body at the waist and fucked me on my side.

“How’s that feel?”

“Ohh, Geezusss, Brady, you have to ask?” I gasped.

He smiled. “I’m glad I make you feel good, Mr. J. It’s all I wanta do is make you feel good.”

I closed my eyes and squeezed out a tear. I couldn’t believe this handsome, young athlete could be so attentive, even loving, to a man like me.

“Let’s try this way,” he said as he slid his hand under my hip and lifted me off the blanket. I moved into the position he wanted me, on my hands and knees, without losing his cock. He clasped his big hands around my hip bones and resumed fucking me.

“Ohhh…Ohhh, Brady!…Ohh, Gezusss!”

“You like it this way, huh?”

“Oh, Yesss!  Yessss!  Godd, Brady, you are phenomenal!  Ohh, fuck me…fuck me, you big stud!”

When I quieted down, clawing the blanket with nothing but gasping moans and whimpers, I heard the crickets for the first time, interspersed with the smack-smack-smack sounds of Brady’s loins against my butt. It was as if the crickets were applauding.

He finished with a climax that wracked his muscular body and brutalized my insides the last dozen strokes as he was building up to it.  I brought the blanket up and stuffed it in my mouth to stifle my outcries. My Godd, end it, please, I can’t take anymore, I screamed silently. Suddenly I felt his hand around my cock. He used my precum for lube and jacked me to the finish line so we were victorious together.  I thought I felt the ground move under me when I came. I know I saw stars in the black of the night, and suddenly the crickets were silent.

“Godd, Mr. J.!!” he gasped.

I could feel his thighs trembling.  He leaned over me then collapsed on top of me, bearing me down to the ground. I felt his hard stomach muscles tighten and then jerk, and I thought he was choking back his sobs of joy. I wondered if this was what love felt like.

To be continued... 

Posted: 02/19/10