The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 10

Late summer, football practice had started.  Brady worked out in some form every day. I restricted myself to working out every other day, but Josh and I almost matched his fervor, even though none of us worked out together.  But Brady’s attraction to me, and mine to him, had inspired me to show him just how good a thirty-eight-year-old could look.  As for Josh, he had already passed the wrestling team’s 171-pound weight class was aiming to 189 pounds. A gain of a good eighteen pounds of muscle wouldn’t be easy, but I saw the determination in his eyes when he spoke of it and the way he idolized Brady’s body I knew what his inspiration was. If it was doable, he would do it.  I did everything I could in making sure he had all the right food in the house and enough of it.

Brady had some adjustments to make at school, though, and I wondered how he would handle that.  Telling his teammates and classmates that he was living with Josh Johnson and his dad was easy.  Telling them that he was sleeping with Josh Johnson and his dad was obviously out of the question, and he had to be constantly on his guard against making the slightest remark or reference to his unusual love life.  He couldn’t reveal his relationship with Josh, and especially with me, and he had to have a cover to ward off any suspicions, and that entailed dealing with the issue of dating girls.  Lots of his classmates had steady girlfriends, but I didn’t want him to use some poor unsuspecting girl simply as a cover.   If he didn’t date, though, his status as one of the stars of the football team, and his established reputation as a stud, were going to raise questions he wasn’t ready to answer. 

Dating casually and not having sex would present the same problem because of his already established reputation with the girls.  If word got out that he was dating girls and not fucking any of them, that reputation would suffer. Brady knew I didn’t mind if he had sex with girls, as more than just a cover, but he didn’t show much interest in going back to his old ways. I continued to think about how to resolve his dilemma, but didn’t come up with any answers; it would probably have to be, and best be, left up to Brady to decide.

***** 

Josh continued to tutor Brady, both with his schoolwork and I think they tutored each other in the bedroom.  Certainly neither of them needed lessons from the other one.   When Brady got mostly B’s in his midterms, his father emailed me, thanking Josh and me again for his son’s academic improvement.

Brady, was more enthusiastic about football practice, though, than about classes.  He would come home from school and avidly tell me about some play he’d made, or that one of the underclassmen had just made the starting lineup, or how the coach had changed the drills from the year before. I seldom got that kind of detailed report about classes.

He arrived home one day with an odd look on his face, a mix of excitement and awe and a little concern, too.

“I gotta tell you what happened after the workout today, Mr. J.,” he began. There’s this other senior on the team, named Noah Barth.  We were the last ones in the showers, and I guess I was admiring his body or something, I mean, he’s not you, but he is pretty well built.  And my cock started getting kinda hard, and you know how big it gets, no way was I gonna be able to hide it, so I had no choice but to just let it happen and not make a big deal out of it.  I wasn’t worried about him punching me if he got mad, but I’m ready for the whole school to know I’m into guys.  But it shocked me what Noah did. . . .”  And he went on to tell me his story of how Noah reacted when he saw his hardon.

 *****

“Geezus, that thing is a fuckin’ monster!” Noah exclaimed.

“You think so?” I asked slyly.

“Man, I heard you were hung, but no one’s that big.  It just ain’t possible. That can’t be real.”

“I guess you’re wrong about that, cause its real,” I said.

Noah continued to stare at me.  I recognized that look; it was the same longing I saw on Josh’s face in the beginning, when you weren’t looking. I don’t know where the hell it came from but I surprised the hell out of myself by asking Noah, “You wanna touch it and see how real it is?” Well, he surprised me just as much with his answer.

He said, “Can I?”

I told him, “Sure, go ahead” and I stepped over so I was under his shower with him.

I didn’t really expect him to do anything, I figured he was just bluffing, or joking, but he surprised me again.  He put his hand on my cock, and just the way he did it, and the way he was looking at it, I knew where it was headed.  I put my hand on his shoulder and all it took was a gentle push for him to drop to his knees and take my cock in his mouth, or as much of it as he could.  He choked on it till he realized how big I really was. Fuck, he was good, and I wondered how long he’d been doing it.

It fast got pretty steamy, and I don’t mean from the showers running.  We both knew we couldn’t prolong it, and I didn’t try to hold out.  Pretty quick I was pumping my cum into Noah’s mouth.  He swallowed as much as he could, another huge surprise, and then, shit, man, just as he stood up and was washing the rest off in the spray of the shower, the coach came in to the locker room to tell us we’d better get dressed and go.  Noah and I looked at each other when the coach left.

“Do you think he saw anything?” Noah asked me

I told him, “Naw, I don’t think so. We finished in the nick of time… I felt bad afterwards.  Not ’cause of you, Mr. J; I knew you wouldn’t mind.  But I didn’t want Noah thinking it meant that I was interested in him.  It wasn’t fair to him, you know?  I think everyone should have a chance to find what we have, but I’m just not that guy for him, and I’m afraid he might start thinking I am.”

 *****

“Maybe you’re making too much out of it,” I told him. “Maybe he was just hot for your body, and wanted to suck your cock.”

“Wasn’t much doubt about that. I just hope you’re right, cause he’s a really nice guy, and I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Uhh… does that mean you won’t do it again?” I asked. “That would be more cruel.”

“No, it don’t mean that at all. I would let him do me again in a heartbeat; he’s fuckin’ good.  But if he starts in with…..”

“Don’t buy trouble, Brady,” I interrupted him.

What had happened didn’t surprise me; I knew there had to be other gay guys at school besides Josh.  It would have surprised me more if none of them had made a move on Brady, he was such a stud.  But it didn’t bother me, either.  More and more, Brady showed himself able to walk the line between exploring his sexuality with other guys and staying committed to me.

He was acting more like a grown-up now.  I could see it in the way he stood, or talked, or the way he moved.  Sometimes I’d catch him copying the way I spoke or the words I used.  His clothing changed, too; instead of going around in T-shirts and shorts, he wore sport shirts and dress shirts.  When we went on one of our dates, he often wore a suit; he said it made it feel more like a special occasion.  I appreciated that, so I did the same.

Occasionally I would get out of work a little early and pick him up at school. I didn’t always let him know right away that I was there; it was fun to watch him surrounded by adoring teenage girls.  But he didn’t seem to bask in their attention or flirt with them like the other guys did.

I asked him once, “Have you asked any of those girls out?”

He put his hand on my thigh.  “Geezus, Mr. Johnson, why would I want any of them when I have you?”

“Having me didn’t stop you from letting Noah Barth suck you off,” I commented wryly.

“That was different.  It felt exhilarating.  A thrill, you know?  Girls are, well, they’re kinda boring now.”

It was a good time to bring up the subject that had been bothering me.  “Aren’t you worried about what people at school will say about you if all of a sudden you’re no longer dating?”

He shrugged.  “To tell the truth, I don’t know really how much I care about that.”

“A teenager who doesn’t care what his peers think?”  I put one hand on his forehead.  “Huh, no fever…  you aren’t on anything, are you?” I teased.

“The only thing I’m on is you,” he said.

But I wasn’t totally comfortable with his attitude.  I wanted him to have as ‘normal’ a high school experience as possible, and to fully explore any residual feelings he might have for girls.  Eventually we reached a compromise.  It was a simple compromise; Brady agreed that he would go on dates with girls now and then.  But I noticed he always came back before his curfew, or even early, and never dated the same girl more than once or twice.

***** 

I found out a couple of weeks later that Noah’s story wasn’t over.

“I let Noah Barth suck me off again today,” he told me

“Oh?  What happened to not wanting him to think you were interested in him?”

“I made it pretty clear.  I told him it was never gonna go any further than this.”

“Brady, haven’t you ever heard of ‘mixed signals’?  If you say one thing and do another, he’s bound to misinterpret your actions. He might think you’re leading him on.”

“It’s okay, Mr. J.  I think there’s another guy interested in Noah.”

That got my attention; gay high school romantic drama.  I had to hear more.  I figured Josh didn’t know about it, or he would have told me himself already.  I sat down, face to face with Brady.  “Spill,” I said.

“Well, I noticed lately that one of the other seniors has been staring at Noah when he thinks no one is watching.  You know, kinda mooning over him the way I did you after the first time I fucked you.  He’s been doing it for a while, it just didn’t really click in my head until now.”

That Brady had ever mooned over me was news, but I let it pass for now.

“What’s this guy’s name?” I asked.

“Pablo Martinez.  He’s on the baseball team.  I already decided I’m gonna get ’em together.  I’m gonna ask Pablo to meet me someplace where Noah and I will be and then let him catch Noah sucking my cock.”

“You could be playing with fire, Brady, if you’ve misinterpreted Pablo’s mooning,” I cautioned him.  “And you really need to think twice about outing Noah like that. You could have two very pissed off guys mad at you.”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure enough that I’m willing to take the chance,” he said. “I forgot to tell you Noah ate my ass the last time too. Fuck, that was awesome and he was so hungry for it.  Pablo has got probably the finest ass in the whole school. Girls pratically swoon when he walks around in his baseball uniform.  Noah’s going to have a field day with it.  Yeah, Mr. J., I’m pretty sure Noah and Pablo will both thank me.”

I was still skeptical, but his plan worked surprisingly well.  Brady had Pablo meet him out on the football field, behind the stands, told him he had something he wanted to show him.  Meanwhile, he “lured” Noah out behind the stands, told him he wanted to try it someplace more exciting, outdoors.  So when Pablo showed up, there was Noah down on his knees, gobbling Brady’s cock.  There was a moment of shock, but it didn’t take much encouragement from Brady for Noah to eagerly turn his attention to Pablo and suck him off.  And Brady happily reported a couple of weeks later that two were inseparable.  One Friday night when Noah’s parents were out of town, they even had Brady sleep over with them.

He asked me if I minded.

“You know I don’t,” I said. “I’m a little envious, but I don’t mind.”  Then I teased,  “They probably just want to thank you for bringing them together.”

 ***** 

After Kevin and I had sex, he came to dinner every couple of weeks.  Even though he showed no signs of wanting to sleep with me again, nor I him, I noticed that he seemed more comfortable with us.  He no longer wore a suit and tie; T-shirts, jeans or shorts, and flip-flops were his usual dress. Most guys wouldn’t be so eager to have dinner with their boyfriend’s family so often, but Kevin seemed intrigued by the fact that Josh’s father also had a boyfriend, and one close to Kevin’s age at that. I was pretty sure he didn’t know about Josh and me; Josh would tell him, or not, if and when he felt the time was right.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/26/10