The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 11

Week after week I kept putting off Brady and Josh’s big trip.  I wasn’t about to let them miss even a few days of school, let alone weeks, and the only long period of vacation time they had was the Christmas-New Year’s break, which Brady insisted on spending with Josh and me.  He didn’t remind me of our agreement, but I knew he hadn’t forgotten.  It wasn’t until spring that I finally made arrangements for their trip, and by that point, since I didn’t want them to miss any school, I had to schedule it after Brady’s graduation.  

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Despite being part of our family, I could sense that Brady was feeling down as the holidays approached, over his parents being in Europe.  I was baffled that they had not offered to bring him over, but there was no mention of it. I almost offered to send him but I wasn’t sure what was going on with Stewart Bush and his wife where it concerned their son. Except for the checks that arrived on time, they seemed to have pretty much abandoned him.

Thanksgiving wasn’t such a huge deal for any of us.  It never had been a holiday that Josh and I celebrated in a big way, and we kept it low key as usual.  He had asked if it was okay if he accepted an invitation from Kevin to have Thanksgiving dinner with his parents. 

“Oh, you’re meeting his parents; things must be getting serious,” I joked.

“Its not just that,” he assured me. “I think it’s also that he wants me to meet his older brother. I suspect that there’s some kind of rivalry between them.  Maybe he’s trying to show me off.  I mean, it’s not like they aren’t gonna know I’m Kevin’s boyfriend; he could hardly introduce me as ‘my friend the local high school kid,’ could he.”

“That would be a pretty awkward introduction,” I agreed.

“I don’t know how they’ll react to Kevin dating someone my age, though.  I don’t expect any explicit arguments while I’m there, but I don’t want to spend the evening in the glare of disapproving looks.”

“Doesn’t really seem like the kind of extended discussion appropriate for Thanksgiving dinner.  Maybe in the spirit of the holiday, they’ll just be thankful that Kevin is dating someone as wonderful as you, Josh.”

He grinned at me.  “I’ll be happy if they just accept me.”

“You really think there’ll be tension between you and Kevin and his family?”

“No, just between me and Kevin and his brother,” he said.

So Brady and I went out to eat and came home to curl up on the couch with brandy and no clothes, and a blanket. It was a wonderful afternoon and evening.

Christmas was a different story. The three of us put up the tree and Brady seemed to really enjoy being with us, but I sensed an under current of sadness. 

“You know, I’m learning what I missed, not having a brother,” he said as we were sipping egg nog laced with a little rum between putting balls on the tree.

“I take that as a compliment,” Josh said. “Hey, you’re getting low, I’ll get you a refill.”  He took Brady’s glass and went to the kitchen.

“I hate to tell you this, Mr. J., but I think my parents might have dumped me on you,” he said.

“Brady.  Don’t say that,” I said as I went over and put my arms around him.

“Honestly, Mr. J., I thought I would be spending Christmas in Europe,” he said. I felt him shake, his tight, bulging abs tremble against my stomach.  He was choking back sobs.

“Oh, Brady. I wish you could be. I don’t understand it either, but there must be a good…..”

“I don’t,” he cut in, as he eased away from me. “I don’t wish I was there.  I’m glad I’m here, with you and Josh. You’ve more than made up for whatever my parents are lacking.”

“Well, Brady, we haven’t done anything with the intent of making anything up to you. It’s just how we are, how we do things. It would have been the same if it were just Josh and me.”  I quickly corrected myself.  “No, that’s not true. It wouldn’t be the same. You’ve brought a whole new meaning, not just to Christmas, but to my life.  Maybe that’s why I can’t get too upset with your parents, because dumping you on me,”  I paused and corrected myself, “them leaving you with me has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I hugged him tightly. “You’re the best Christmas present I could possibly have gotten.”

“Mr. J., I wanta fuck you under the Christmas tree.”

I laughed at his bluntness.  “We should be back from it a little bit, we might cause sparks and start a fire,” I said. I saw Josh at the door but he turned away with a little smile.  A few minutes later he came back with Brady’s egg nog and some blankets.  He gave them to Brady.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the egg nog.  “But what are the blankets for?”

“I heard what you said, about fucking Dad under the Christmas tree.”

“Hey, Josh, I didn’t mean it that I want to shut you out,” Brady said.

“You’re not shutting me out, dude, I’m gonna sit and watch.”

It was one of the best Christmases I ever had.  Brady didn’t just fuck me, he made love to me under the tree. Even Josh noticed. At one point when he was slowly and methodically driving his huge cock in and out of my ass, Josh threw a pillow at him.

“When does the fucking start?” Josh asked.

Brady looked around with a frown. “What?”

“That ain’t fucking. You’re making love to him,” Josh said.

Brady only smiled and kept doing what he was doing. At one point, Brady waved Josh to come over with us.

“No, I don’t think I wanta interrupt anything,” Josh said.

“Come here, I wanta give you one of your Christmas presents.”

“You’re pretty busy, which one is it, I’ll get it out from under the tree,” Josh said.

“It’s not under the tree, just get your ass over here,” Brady said.

Josh got up from the couch and came over to us. Brady took his arm and pulled him closer. Then to my surprise and Josh’s, he leaned over and took Josh’s cock in his mouth.

Josh was stunned.  “Oh, My Godd!”

Like I said, it was the best Christmas we’d ever had.

To be continued... 

Posted: 04/02/10