The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 9

Kevin walked in the door wearing a suit and tie, and presented me with a bottle of Scotch.  He’d gone to a lot of effort to impress me, his boyfriend’s father, but he didn’t seem at all put out that he was overdressed.  At least none of the rest of us were wearing T-shirts or shorts; I’d have been embarrassed.  Kevin looked almost as good in a suit as he did in a muscle shirt and cargo shirts; he looked--and for once I allowed myself to think it of another man--downright hot.

We were having steaks, and Brady insisted on doing most of the cooking, so I could get acquainted with Kevin.  Over the meal, I tried not to sound like an old fuddy-duddy while at the same time finding out what Kevin’s intentions were.  It had to be obvious to all that this was more than just a high school boy bringing home a new friend, but  I didn’t want to let on what I knew about  Kevin’s sex life with Josh; if Josh liked getting fucked by Kevin and his roommates, it wasn’t my place to disapprove.  But I needed to know if Kevin was treating Josh too casually, or too cruelly, especially as it regarded his roommates. I couldn’t settle for the idea that my son was being offhandedly passed around like a piece of meat.  And I needed to know how safe he was for Josh to be around.  There were plenty of risks I still wanted to keep Josh away from: drugs, drinking, gambling, guns, violence.

Kevin was very respectful. Brady was a little bit in awe, which wasn’t surprising, given Kevin’s athletic prowess and seniority, but I noticed to my amusement that, having been introduced by Josh as ‘my father’s boyfriend,’ Brady made a serious effort during dinner to address me as ‘Alec,’ and I almost laughed when Brady shot Kevin a dirty look the first time the latter called me Mr. Johnson.  Kevin didn’t comment on the fact that Josh and I were both in same-sex relationships, except to say, “That’s so cool.”  He didn’t even remark on the obvious age difference between Brady and me.  Even though Brady’s muscles made him look older, Kevin, unlike the waiter at the restaurant where Brady and I had had our first real date, couldn’t mistake me for much younger than I was, since he knew I had a teenage son.

I couldn’t tell much about Kevin from one dinner, of course; the best I could do was begin to form a general opinion.  He passed muster enough that I’d have him back for further family dinners, though.  I planned to talk to Brady later; as Kevin’s peer, or close to it, he’d have a more realistic view of what to expect, and what to watch for.  He could read the signs more accurately than I could.  And I knew he’d look out for Josh, both as his friend and as his quasi-stepfather.

Josh came and sat down with me after Kevin had left.  I was a little surprised; I thought they might go out somewhere together. Brady was rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

“Kevin really likes you,” Josh said.  “And he thinks you’re hot as hell,” he added with a grin.

I swallowed.  Josh’s sexual implications were clear.  “I’ll… I’ll have to talk to Brady.”  But I knew I had as much as said yes by my look and more by my hesitation. 

“Uhh… in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m right here,” Brady said, coming in from the kitchen.  “So talk.”

“Actually, its you who needs to do the talking,” I said. “How would feel about it?”

“About what?” he asked.

“Don’t play dumb,” I said. “You heard what Josh said.”

“Yeah, he said Kevin thinks you’re hot as hell. That remark in itself isn’t something we need to talk about.  I think you’re hot as hell. A lot of guys at the gym think you’re hot as hell.”

“I was talking about Kevin and Dad having sex,” Josh put in bluntly.

“Oh,” Brady said.

“Yeah, Oh. You knew damn well what I was talking about,” Josh said.

Josh and I both looked at him, waiting for his answer.

“Hey, I’ve got no problem with it. You know I’m fucking around with other guys now and then, no reason why you shouldn’t have the same fun.”  Then he looked at Josh.  “How do YOU feel about it? Kevin is your boyfriend.”

“I think it would be hot as hell. Especially if I get to watch,” Josh said, grinning.  “We could both watch,” he added.

“No, I don’t think I want to be a spectator,” Brady said.

The way he said it, and his odd look, made me ask him, “Are you jealous, Brady?”

“Huh.  No, it’s not that.  My presence would distract you.  I want you to be able to concentrate on what you’re doing with Kevin, not get distracted by wondering what I’m thinking while I watch.  One thing… has it been decided where this is going to take place? I mean, is it going to happen here, like the next time the guy comes for dinner, or are you going over to his apartment, with his roommates?”

“I thought right upstairs,” Josh said.

Brady shrugged and I had to wonder if a jealous streak really was starting to surface, or maybe he was concerned about me being a man toy for the three college studs. It surprised me, but I found it rather amusing. I knew in the end, I think we all did, what his answer would be.  The thought crossed my mind that maybe Kevin was trying to use sex to try to distract me from his own character flaws, but neither Brady nor I had seen any guile in him, and knowing of that possibility would keep me on my guard.

 ***** 

Josh was anxious to have Kevin to dinner again, and I knew it wasn’t as his boyfriend, but because of the prospect of Kevin and I getting together. Dinner started out cordial but gradually turned to fun, even though Brady seemed to be on his guard with the older athlete. Still, it was he who volunteered himself and Josh do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, suggesting that Kevin and I might want to retire to the living room and talk. It wasn’t want he meant, we all knew it, but its what he said.

Kevin went to the living room and I had picked up the remote but Kevin put his hand on mine and gently took it out of my hand. “I don’t want to watch television, and I don’t think you do,” he said huskily, his eyes penetrating mine.

“No,” I said. “There’s not usually much on.”

“Josh and Brady… they’ll be coming in here in a little bit,” he said, and glanced at the stairs.

I knew what he was saying was, surprisingly, he wanted me alone.  I suspected what Brady and Josh, left to themselves, would be doing.  Kevin, not knowing of their history—our history—might not reach the same conclusion, but it wasn’t my place to inform him.

“Yes,” I said, and started for the stairs.  He followed me up. I led him into my room and without a word between us, we started undressing each other. When he did speak, it was obvious from both his words and his body language, that he assumed I would be on bottom.  I supposed because that was because he always took the top role, with Josh; or maybe he’d read more into my body language with Brady than I’d realized I was saying.  Or maybe that was merely what he wanted from me.  I didn’t think of myself as a ‘bottom’ at all, but I felt my asshole clench and unclench as I watched Kevin reveal his superb, muscular body, and I felt that familiar itch I always felt when Brady was around, and I knew that if that was what Kevin wanted, I was more than ready to take his cock up my ass.

In contrast to Brady, who loved to be watched while fucking, Kevin made it known that he didn’t want Josh in the room with us.  It relieved me; though I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to Kevin, I didn’t want to rub it in Josh’s face that I was willing, even eager, to sleep with his boyfriend.  And even though Josh had watched me put out for Brady, and had done the same for me, it still embarrassed me a little when Josh saw how much the father he looked up to liked getting buttfucked.

I also didn’t want Josh to be jealous of me – not that he would have let on if he was.  A little part of me wondered if Kevin was only doing this to burnish his status as stud, fucking both son and father.  I wondered if sleeping with Kevin would diminish my authority with him as the father of his boyfriend.  But even if it was possible to back out at the last minute, I didn’t want to.

We stripped down to our briefs and Kevin seemed nervous.

“Is this your first time with an older guy?”  I asked.

“Just about, but that’s not it.”  He gave me a wry smile.  “I didn’t expect it to freak me out so much to have sex with my boyfriend’s dad.”

“If you’re having second thoughts----”

“Geezus, no.  I want you bad, Alec.”  Unlike Brady, he’d quickly taken to calling me by my first name, maybe even too quickly.  “Josh never told me his dad was so hot.”  He looked me up and down, naked desire on his face, the bulge in his underwear swelling.  As I returned the look, I was beginning to get an idea of Josh’s ‘type’: big -- not necessarily tall, but well-muscled -- handsome, athletic.  Kevin was in amazing physical conditioning from his rowing, with powerful arms and thighs that bulged with muscle, and chiseled six-pack abs and nice strong pecs with big brownish areoles capped with thick, turgid nipples.

“You have an incredible body,” he said

“For an older guy,” I said.

“No.  There are guys on my crew who would be jealous of your body,” he said.

“But not you,” I said. “You have a pretty incredible body yourself.”

When he made no further move, I surprised myself by stepping forward and kissing him. For a moment, I thought I’d made a mistake, but I think he was just surprised, and then he returned the kiss, out tongues wrestling with each other.  Before Brady, I wouldn’t have dared to do this; in fact, I probably wouldn’t even have recognized my desire to.  Now I was making out with this gorgeous hunk over fifteen years my junior, while my boyfriend and my son, the hunk’s boyfriend, were probably doing the same in my son’s bedroom.

I broke the kiss and cocked my head to lean down and suck on his right nipple and tweak it with my tongue.

“OOOhhhh!” he moaned softly, with his hand around the back of my head. “Aww, fuck, that feels good.  Just like your son.”

A little chill went through me and he must have felt it too. He eased my face away from his chest and brought it back up to his.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned Josh… while we’re doing this… comparing you like that.”

“It’s okay,” I said and to seal it, I kissed him again while I pinched and tweaked his tits with my fingers.

He broke the kiss and looked straight into my eyes.  “I want to fuck you.”

“I know.”  I waved towards the nightstand.  “There’s lube over there.”

He got the lube and rummaged around in the drawer then looked back at me. “You didn’t say anything about a condom,” he said.

“I’m okay if you are,” I said.

“Good. I want to feel your ass raw.  Nothing between us.”

“And I want to feel your cock raw,” I said.

He started to shove his shorts down but I brushed his hands aside and pulled them down myself.  His cock swung out like a spring and swayed majestically, like a battering ram.

“Wow. Nice,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said as he groped the front of my bulging shorts.  “Damn doesn’t feel like you’ve got anything to apologize for.”

“Do you like to get fucked?” I asked.

“I have, but that’s not how I planned this to go down,” he said.

“Oh, you had a plan,” I said, with a grin.

“Actually, no, not till I got a second invitation to dinner,” he said. “Mostly, I was just being hopeful.”  He smiled then.  “You don’t know it, and Josh and Brady probably didn’t notice either, but I was practically drooling, watching your butt while you were fixing and serving dinner that first time.”

“If they did, they didn’t mention it. And I’m sure they would have if they’d noticed,” I said.

“How do you like it?” Kevin asked.

“Do I only get one choice?” I joked.

“Not if you’re up for more than one choice. I certainly am,” he said.  “So, let’s start out this way, and see where it takes us.”  With that he eased me back across the bed and lifted my legs up so my feet were set in the edge of the mattress.  Then lubed up his cock, eyeing me all the while, and crawled between my legs.  I lifted them and he pushed my thighs against my chest, bringing my butt up off the mattress, spread wide and ready.

Kevin looked down, I thought at his cock, but he said, “Your butt doesn’t lose its shape, no matter what position you’re in.”  Then he hunkered closer, aiming his cock. He set the head at my hole and pushed. “You’re going to be tight, I can tell,” he said.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to coddle me; I can handle you,” I said.

“Fuck, I like that; a man with confidence,” he said.

He didn’t coddle me. He didn’t force his way but he shoved hard and the broad head of his cock burst through my hole and he followed it to the very depths of my ass.  I gasped but made no other sound till he was completely imbedded in me.

“Ohhhh, that is good,” I moaned then, and he smiled and began fucking me.

Kevin fucked me twice, almost in succession, the first time it was face-to-face, with me on my back.  We made out, kissing passionately, while he rammed me with his hard cock, finally shooting his load of thick cum into me.  He was a hard shooter; I felt the spurts and the heat inside me.  I wondered what Brady would have to say later, when we were in bed together, about Kevin’s sperm in my ass. Smiling, I wondered if maybe I could get him to eat it out of me.

Kevin didn’t need much rest before he was ready to go again.  This time he positioned me on my hands and knees, and he plowed me from behind.  He didn’t need any additional lube; my ass was slick with his cum; so much that I could feel his cock forcing some of it out of my ass.  He was damn good; he had the size and all the right moves.  If he satisfied me this much with his cock, he certainly knew how to keep Josh happy.

It felt like his second load was as much as his first. Certainly, I felt it again, spurting deep inside my ass, and his vigor was certainly no less than before.

He collapsed on top of me then rolled off, dragging his cum-slick cock across my butt, and I felt more warm cum draining out of my ass. We lay together only till he caught his breath then he got up and dressed.

“That was fuckin’ awesome, man, thanks,” he said with a broad smile on the way out of the room.  “Listen, if it’s okay, I’m gonna find Josh and we’re gonna go back to my room tonight.”

I wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling, but either way it was okay with me.  Josh was past the point of asking or needing my permission for anything. It wouldn’t be the first time that Josh had spent the night with him, and, even though I’d spent the last hour or so having sex with my son’s boyfriend, I felt like I knew Kevin well enough now to trust him with Josh. 

“Go ahead,” I said. “Just make sure he’s back before lunchtime tomorrow.”

Josh left with Kevin. It was a strange moment when the two of them came into my room to tell me they were leaving; I had just been fucked by my son’s boyfriend, and they were letting me know that they were going back to his room where he would be fucking my son.  I was totally okay with it; it was just strange.

When they were gone Brady came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How was he?” he asked with a grin.

“He was pretty damned good,” I said. “I can certainly see why Josh goes for him.”

“Did he leave any for me?” Brady asked as he leaned down to kiss me.

“You know there always cookies in the cookie jar for you,” I told him.

“Well, Mr. J., get ready to have your cookies crumbled,” he said as he stood up and peeled off his shirt.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/19/10