The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 7

Brady and I both loved sleeping with him, but the rest of Josh’s life was still a bit of a mystery. I respected his privacy but I was becoming more and more curious and was about to ask questions, when things came to light on their own. Brady was out back mowing the grass and Josh had taken his car in for an oil change. I was upstairs working on Brady’s room when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a big, good looking hunk standing there in a muscle shirt and rather short cargo shorts, wearing a baseball cap and hiking boots.

“Is Josh here?” he asked.

“No, he’s gone out for a while. Can I help you?”

“No, thanks, I…I’ll call back.”

Suddenly I recognized him. I didn’t recall his name but I had seen his picture in the sports page. He was a rower for the university. Things suddenly began to click, about Josh.

“You’re welcome to come in and wait, he should be back shortly,” I said.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll come back.”

I tried not to speculate. I would wait till Josh came home and ask him about the guy.

I brought it up at dinner.

“You had a visitor while you were taking your car in,” I said.

“Oh? Who?”

“I can’t place his name; but I’ve seen his picture in the paper, on the sports page. He’s on the heavyweight crew team at the university.”

I could see the “oh, fuck” look spread across Josh’s face.

“That would be Kevin Britton,” he said.

“And how did you get to know Kevin Britton?” I asked.

“I wanta know how WELL you know Kevin Britton,” Brady put in. “That guy is a stud.”

Josh’s guilty look gave way to a warm flushed look.

“Pretty well,” he admitted. “Very well, in fact.”

“There’s no need to look so guilty, I was just asking,” I said. “And I have been a little concerned that you’ve been rather secretive about your social life lately.”

“He didn’t want anybody to know. I was going to tell you,” he said.

“Well, he apparently doesn’t care about that anymore, he came calling, dude,” Brady said.

Josh laid down his fork and took a drink of milk.  “I was going to tell you, I had to, because he wants me to come with him in the fall for road meets.”

“What? How’re you going to do that? They’re not going to allow fans to come along on the bus,” I said.

“No, he would pay my way to whatever city they’re playing in, and get me my own hotel room.”

“Damn, fucker!  What’d you do for this guy!” Brady exclaimed.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Josh,” I said, trying not to share Brady’s enthusiasm, although I did.  It sounded like a very exciting idea. I was even a little bit envious.

“I was afraid you would say that.”

“Well, his refusal to stick around doesn’t make me feel any better about it,” I said. “He certainly didn’t want to talk to me.”

“He will,” Josh said. “He knows he has to.”

“Well, if he wants talk about it, there could be some consideration,” I said.

“What’s to talk about!” Brady blurted, laughing.  “He’s going, Mr. J.!  You can’t stop him.”

“Yes. Yes, he can,” Josh said quickly, reaching out with his hand on Brady’s forearm.  “If Dad says I can’t go, I don’t go.”

“Son, if he wants to come and talk about it… we’ll see.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll work on him,” Brady told Josh.

I sat Josh down later.  “I want to hear more about your boyfriend,” I told him.

“We met when I was, uh…..”

“No need to be shy, Josh,” I prompted.

He reddened but continued.  “We met when I was sleeping with one of his teammates.  He asked me if I wanted to work out with him, and then things kinda progressed from there.”

“He stole you away from his teammate?”

“Not exactly.  It wasn’t like Freddy and I were serious.  And the great thing about Kevin is that he doesn’t care how much I sleep around,

I raised an eyebrow.  “Just how much do you sleep around?”

“Let me put it this way: if Kevin and his two roommates were here, I’d be sleeping with every guy in this room.”

I gaped at him.  “His roommates?”

“Yeah, they share everything, including their boyfriends.”

“That’s very, uh, progressive of them.”

“He also isn’t ashamed to be seen with me.”

Josh proceeded to tell me that one of Kevin’s teammates had asked him, “What are you doing hanging around so much with a high school guy?” and Kevin had casually replied, “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend,” as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

 ***** 

And as Josh’s relationship, or relationships, were developing, more and more Brady became my boyfriend, my lover. There were times when I thought I’d made a mistake taking him in. He was too handy and always horny. But I had him, for better or for worse, and it made sense to make the best of it. Not that I could’ve resisted him. His bed was seldom used. Or if it was, I was in it with him. We weren’t always alone; many times Josh joined us.  Brady got a big charge out of having dad and son both at his pleasure. He had two favorite positions when he had us both in bed; the two of us on our hands and knees and him taking turns plugging our asses, or the two of us slurping on his cock and sharing loads of cum all over our faces, capturing what we could in our mouths. He also loved fucking one of us while one of was fucking the other. And, of course, each of us was still fucking Josh, separately or taking turns.  I didn’t know if Kevin knew that Josh slept with other guys.

“Do you know why I love fucking you so much?” Brady asked me once.  “It’s not just because you’re so damn gorgeous, Mr. Johnson.  It’s not just because it feels so good to have your fuckchute wrapped around my cock, or because you use your ass so well.”

“Why, then?” I asked.

“Because you love getting fucked by me.  You get so much pleasure from it.  I love the look on your face when I’ve got you impaled on my cock, the sounds you make when you can’t hold it in any longer, the way your cock shoots so much and so far when I’m ramming you.” 

I reddened.  It was all true; I just hadn’t realized it was so obvious.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/05/10