The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 8

The summer was over too quick. Brady had not traveled much, and it didn’t look like his parents were going to bring him to Europe, and I wanted to take a trip somewhere. I hadn’t gotten around yet to sending Josh and Brady on a trip of their own.  Maybe I was being selfish, wanting to spend time with Brady… with my boyfriend.  But Brady didn’t seem to mind.

I chose Key West as the ideal place to take him. He would love the openly gay atmosphere, and he would offer excellent eye candy himself. My plans developed around Brady and me, not to exclude Josh, I just didn’t think he would want to go. But Brady brought it up.

“Mr. J., I think we ought take Josh with us.”

“I don’t know if he would want to go,” I said.

“We should ask him anyway,” Brady said.

Josh was reluctant.

“I don’t want to be in the way,” he said.

“Since when were you ever in the way?” Brady said.  “Come on, come with us, we’ll have a great time.”

“Only if I can have my own room. I’ll never get any sleep if I have to share a room with you two,” Josh said.

“Okay, but it has to be an adjoining room, in case I wear your dad out,” Brady said.

So we went to Key West.  I didn’t tell the boys that I had reservations at a gay, clothing-optional bed and breakfast. They thought it was a classy place, and they began to figure it out after we had checked in, when they went out on our balcony overlooking t he pool and saw guys swimming and lying around naked.

“Hey, those guys are naked!” Josh said, sounding excited,

“Yeah, and has anybody else noticed that there are no women in this place?” Brady said.

They both looked at me.

“I didn’t know you wanted women,” I said, laughing. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can find us another place.”

“No, no,” Josh said, his eyes raking across the pool area.  “I’m not at all uncomfortable. In fact, I think I’ll be very comfortable here.”

“Shall we go down to the pool?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’m wearing a suit at first,” Brady said.

“Don’t  come on with the modesty, you’re just being a fuckin’ tease,” I said.

“We should all wear our suits, and see how long it takes for somebody to talk us out of them,” Josh said.

“Well, it just so happens, I bought us all new swim suits.  Two each, actually,” I said. I got the bag out of  my suitcase and dumped it on the bed. I handed Josh one of the suits I’d bought for him. He held it up with a rather skeptical look. It was a two-tone gun- metal blue with a grayish pouch with blue piping down the center of the pouch. It was skimpy to say the least, the waist band was barely an inch wide at the hips.

“I’m supposed to fit into this?” he asked.

“Just put it on,” I said.

I gave Brady one of his.  It was only a little more than Josh’s; a military pattern with a zipper down the center of the pouch.

“I hope that’s an industrial strength zipper,” Josh joked.

The boys changed into their suits and I knew I had made the right choices.  Godd, they looked stunning. The pouches formed around their manhood, lifting everything up and out even more prominently.  Both suits also had seams down the back which separated and accented their taut butts even more.

“Damn, guys, that’s even sexier than being naked,” I said.

“Where’s yours?” Brady asked.

I put mine on and modeled it for them. It had the seam down the back too, with a built in pouch that let my package bulge out naturally.

“What about the second suits?” Josh asked.

“Later,” I said.

We made as big an impression at the pool in the swim suits as if we’d gone naked. Especially the two boys. I was so proud to be with them. They were the two youngest guys in or around the pool. 

Another guy about my age, naked and proud of it, and rightfully so. asked me, “How the hell did you  latch on to two young studs like that?”

“Well, the one in the blue and gray suit is my son, so I latched onto him eighteen years ago  The other one is a teammate, he’s living with us for a  year while his parents are in Europe.”

“Shit!  Your Son? And you brought him to a gay resort?”

“Yes. He’s gay. I thought he would fit in,” I said.

“Oh, you all fit in. What about the friend?” he asked.

“Right now, he’s okay with gay but I think he’s on the fence, not weaned away from girls yet. Six months ago he was still claiming he was straight.  I think he’s still coming to terms with his sexuality.”

“And you?”

“I jump the fence now and then, but he’s more or less my lover,” I said. .  It was the first time I’d spoken those words to anyone but Josh or Brady, and I felt a shiver of exhilaration.

“Your son’s teammate is your lover… Awesome!  But what’s more or less?”

“It’s only recently that he’s begun to, uh, reciprocate.  And we. . . sometimes sleep with other guys.”  The other man didn’t look offended or appalled, only a little surprised, and definitely eager to hear more.

“The two boys?”

“He started out with my son who was his tutor. I came home one day and found him tutoring him in the fine studies of gay sex.  He was fucking my son’s brains out. He graduated to me.”

“And your son is okay with all of this?” the man asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“Dare I ask…..?”

“Yes,” I said to his unasked question.

“Oh, Godd! How hot is that! You’re doing your own son!”

“Very hot,” I said.

***** 

Key West was a new experience for me, and not just as a place I’d never been to before.  When Brady and I walked around sightseeing or on the beach, he would either wrap his arm around my waist or hold my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.

We stopped into a clothing store.  It had all sorts of risque outfits in the window, and even on mannequins I found them both terribly sexy and terribly intimidating: not just the thought of trying to pull them off, but the prospect of wearing them anywhere back at home.  I was only browsing, but when we came out, Brady had a bag in his hand.

“What’d you get for yourself?” I asked.

“Not for me,” he grinned.  “For you.”  He stopped on the sidewalk, pulling out a mesh tank top and a pair of leather shorts -- very short shorts.  “You can put them on when we get back to our room.  I can’t wait to see you in them.”

“That’s not my style, Brady,” I protested.

“C’mon, Mr J, I wore those swimsuits you bought me.”  He took my hand in his, and we began walking again.  “Now it’s my turn to pick out something for you.  You’ve got great taste, and a fantastic body.  You’re gonna knock ’em dead.”

I could never say no to Brady for very long.

“Besides, I wanted to buy something for you.  We should be equals, you know?”

I used our bathroom as a changing room and stripped down to my briefs, then put on the new clothes.  Brady hadn’t gotten my shirt size quite right, or maybe that was on purpose; it made my chest pop out, and the material clung to my abs.  You could really see my muscles through the dark mesh.  And as I looked at myself in the mirror, I had to admit, the way the shorts molded themselves to the curve of my ass was pretty sexy.

Brady took my hand in his as we walked out of the inn for more sightseeing.  I was attracting a lot of stares in my outfit, even more than Brady, which was unusual.  Brady wasn’t insulted, quite the opposite: he acted as if he were showing me off.

When we got back to the inn, the ‘Do not disturb’ sign hung on our door.  Josh had gotten back earlier than us, and I could barely hear the grunts and gasps of sex.  There were at least three voices in there.

I wondered what we’d find if we opened the door, but decided it was fairer to Josh not to interrupt him.  He could tell us about it later.

***** 

When we got back home from the trip, I took Brady and Josh shopping for school clothes and supplies.  Man, it felt weird buying supplies for my boyfriend; it emphasized the fact that he was still in high school.  I was having sex with Brady, but I was also responsible for his welfare.

After dinner, Josh went out again, headed for Kevin’s.  I think it was partly to give Brady and me some alone time together, too.

 ***** 

Now that Brady was living with us, I rarely spent the night with Josh.  But Brady and I still fucked him, sometimes even taking turns.  I had shed all my old inhibitions; it was obvious how much Josh loved getting fucked by me, and my cock could get hard just from the sight of his naked butt, so muscular and round and strong.

One evening after dinner, Brady was at the library and I was in Josh’s room, lying in bed next to him, having just shot a thick load of sperm up his ass.

“I’m not wearing you out for Brady, am I, Dad?  As much as I want you, I don’t want to be selfish.”

“No chance of wearing me out, Josh.  When I’m with Brady… geezus, he does something to me, I don’t know what, but when he’s around, we’re always making each other horny.”  I shook my head.  “Listen to me.  Talking about my sex life with my son.”

“Listen, Dad.  There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.  Kevin wants to meet you, officially.  I invited him to have dinner with us next Thursday.”

“How serious are you two, Josh?”  I found it hard to imagine my son getting serious with anyone at his age, especially since he was still sleeping with Brady and me, both separately and together.  I doubted he’d told Kevin about his schoolmate; I was sure he hadn’t told him about his own father.

“A little.  We’re definitely getting closer.”  He pointed at me.  “Don’t get on my case about dating a guy five years older than I am.”

“I didn’t say a word,” I pointed out.  “And you should know that I, of all people, wouldn’t pass judgment on that.  It’s just… you’re so young to get serious, to tie yourself down to one guy.”

“First of all, I haven’t tied myself to one guy.  That’s one of the reasons I like Kevin so much.  He lets me be me,” Josh said.

“Josh, you’ll forgive me if I’m skeptical that Kevin would be okay with you sleeping with your own father and with your father’s boyfriend, at your age.”

“See, that’s just it.  Kevin’s promised me that I could sleep with who I wanted, and he wouldn’t ask about anything he didn’t want to know, or that I didn’t want to tell him.  He knows I have sex with other guys sometimes; he just doesn’t want to know who.  Besides,” he added, responding to my earlier point about his youth, “Brady’s not much older than I am, and he’s pretty happy in his relationship with you, an older guy.”

I shook my head.  “That’s exactly why I worry about Brady getting too serious too soon.”

He laughed. “I think it’s a little late to be worrying about that.”  He put one hand on my knee.  “Dad, you gotta trust Brady to know his own heart.  You’re the one he wants.”

I smiled wryly.  “I do trust him.  Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do.”  I got out of Josh’s bed and stood up.  “And anyway, if I thought for one minute that Brady wasn’t one hundred percent positive about him and me, I’d keep him out of my bed for good.”  As I said it, it felt like mere bravado, the uncertain boyfriend vowing to do the right thing, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized they were truer than I knew: I did trust Brady.

 ***** 

At Josh’s urging, Kevin was invited to dinner. It didn’t take much convincing because I wanted to meet the guy again and get to know him a little better.

 “Before Kevin arrives,” I told my son, “I want to hear more about his roommates.”

“Well, Llewellyn’s a rower, like Kevin.  Silas is on the wrestling team.  They’re all juniors, and they live in an apartment off-campus.”

“I mean about you sleeping with them.  How they treat you.”

Josh didn’t even blush, nor object that I was invading his privacy.  “Sure, dad.  It started the third time I slept over at Kevin’s….” Then he went on to tell me the story of how things went down…..:

 *****

“What do you think of my roommates, Josh?” Kevin asked me.

“They seem pretty cool,” I replied.  “I haven’t really talked much with them.”

“They like you.  They both think you’re a hot little stud, even if you are still in high school.  Maybe. . .uh….. ”

“Maybe what?”

“I hope this doesn’t shock you, buddy, but maybe you might want to, uh, try them out.”

I saw immediately what Kevin meant, but I feigned ignorance.  “Try them out?  What do you mean?” I asked.

“They both want to fuck you.  You think you might be interested?”

I bit off the impulse to shout ‘YES’ and merely commented, “Yeah, I guess I am.  This doesn’t upset you?”

“Upset me?  Not at all.  We’ve done this before.  Though not all guys agree to it, of course.”

I asked, “Done what before?  Had four-ways?”

“More than that.  We’ve passed around our boyfriends,” Kevin said.

“Oh. So you sleep with their boyfriends, too.”

Kevin actually blushed, thinking he might have given away too much too soon.  “Yeah, look, I’m sorry; I should have told you earlier.”

“It’s okay, Kevin.  Actually… I’ve been sleeping with a few other guys too.”

Kevin smiled in relief.  “Oh man, I’ve been so afraid you’d walk when you found out.  I knew you were a horny guy, dude, but I had no idea how much.  Listen, as long as I get to fuck your tight little butt, you can get fucked by anyone else you want to; you don’t even have to tell me who.  So we’re cool?”

I grinned and said, “The coolest. Now why don’t you call your roommates in.”

“Uhh… but I get to go first, okay?” Kevin said.

“First and last if you want,” I told him.

“Oh, another thing, we, uh… well, we sometimes watch each other.” He noticed Josh seemed hesitant and quickly added, “But you don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“No, I’m okay with it,” I assured him.

So Kevin went first. The way he arranged it was, he didn’t call them in but he went into their room to tell them it was all okay. Then he came back and he and I started making out.  It didn’t take long for Kevin to have me naked and be on top of me.  He’d been fucking me for ten minutes or so when I was suddenly aware that we weren’t alone in the room. He had apparently told his roommates to wait a little bit then they could come in and watch us.

I have to say I felt a little odd, getting fucked in front of a couple of virtual strangers -- who were going to fuck me next, no less -- but they were all hot studs, and it turned when I got used to it, it turned me on to think about getting buttfucked by them. 

Llewellyn went next.  He was lightweight crew, not heavyweight like Kevin, so he was leaner, but still had a fantastic body, and he knew how to use it; every bit of it as good as Kevin. His blond hair hung over his forehead.  His cock was superhard, tenting his briefs; I could tell he couldn’t wait to get into my ass.  He was like a well oiled machine, and it was too bad he didn’t last longer, but he was so turned on that he just couldn’t hold off, and it was only minutes before I got the second load of sperm shot up inside my ass that evening.

Silas had a dark, exotic look to him, like one of his parents might’ve been Asian.  His hair was short, since he was a wrestler, and gelled into spikes.  We started out with me on the bottom, like with Llewellyn and Kevin, but after a while he turned us over so I was riding him.  I said Lew was like a machine; Silas was a machine powered by the Energizer Bunny.  I thought he was going to fuck me all night.  As the most studious of the three, he’d been the quiet one on Josh’s previous visits, but it turned out he loved talking dirty while he fucked.  He went on, like a porn actor, “Take my cock up your ass.  Yeah, all the way, buddy.  Damn, you’re all wet from the cum these other two studs pumped into you.  I’m gonna make you even wetter.”  He wasn’t exaggerating about that; he shot the most semen of the three of them.  I mean, even though his was the third cock to plow my ass and I should’ve been a little numb, I could actually feel his cum shooting up inside me.  At the same time he was cumming I felt something wet splattering on my back; it was Kevin. He had climbed up behind us and was jacking off while watching his roommates fuck his boyfriend and blew another load.

As they were getting dressed, Lew told me,  “That was so amazing, dude.  You have an awesome ass.  We’re so glad you were into it sharing it with all of us.”

And Silas chimed in with, “Yeah, buddy, that was hot.”

I told them, “Any time,” and I meant it. I could’ve gone for more. Despite being fucked three times, I was still hard.

Lew went out to the library, and Silas was sleeping over at his boyfriend’s that night.  I curled up in bed with Kevin; I wondered if the three of them shared Llew’s and Silas’ boyfriends, too.  I made a mental note to ask Kevin about that in the morning, but at that moment there were more important things to grab my attention. Like Kevin kissing my chest and nibbling on my tits and fingering my cum-filled asshole. My hardon had not gone unnoticed by Kevin.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/12/10