The Tutor

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 12

I was disappointed, even a little pissed, that Brady’s parents didn’t come home for his graduation but there was some “very important reason” why they couldn’t.  They called, though, just before he was to leave to go to school.  Brady tried to be okay with it, but when he hung up the phone I saw him wipe tears from his eyes, and his remark as he hung up the phone cut right through me.

“Well, I guess I won’t have any family there except you guys.”

“You will have us,” I assured him.

“Well, I have to get to school. I guess I’ll see you guys later,” he said.

“We’ll be there,” I said. 

“You’ve got your tickets,” he reminded me.

Our tickets got Josh and I seated just three rows back from the stage.  The speakers droned on and I paid little attention, as I suspected everyone else did. But when they started handing out diplomas, I felt myself begin to swell up inside.  When Brady walked across the stage to accept his diploma, I nearly burst with pride. I didn’t think I could be more proud when Josh graduated than I was of Brady at that moment. It was a mix of a little bit of fatherly pride, absent his own father, and deep pride in the remarkable young man who would be my partner in life. It was confusing, but it was wonderful.  When I choked up I felt Josh’s arm rest on my shoulder as he patted me on the back.

After the ceremony people gathered around their graduates to offer their congratulations.  Brady’s gathering around him was no less than any of the others, with teachers and so many classmates, his coaches and a lot of other adults who knew his situation, living with a friend while his parents were overseas.

His coach and another couple approached me and told me what a wonderful thing I had done to take Brady into my home.

“Trust me, the pleasure was all mine,” I assured them. I couldn’t be sure, but I think the coach got my meaning.

We took a lot of pictures--me and Brady, Josh and Brady, all three of us—and I asked him if he would take off his cap and gown so I could get some pictures of him in his suit.  He looked down, rather embarrassed, then looked back up at me then all around.

“I’m uh… I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” he said.

“Why not? Did they make up a rule that…..”

“No,” he cut in. He moved closer.  “I don’t have anything on under my gown.”

“Oh, My Godd!” Josh blurted out, laughing.

I gaped at him.  “You’re… you’re telling me, you’re naked under that gown?”

“Yes. Me and three other guys, and several of the girls,” he said.

“Does anybody else know?” Josh asked excitedly.

“Hell, the whole class knows,” he said. “Probably half the auditorium by now.” He looked all around again.  “Although I haven’t noticed people looking at me funny.”

“You are a hoot, Brady,” I said, laughing with them.

“You do have to turn your gown in,” Josh reminded him.

“Yeah, we’re already being told to report to the library and turn them in,” he said.

“You’re going to change out of your gown into your suit right there in the library?” I asked.

“No, my clothes are in my locker,” he said. “And I really need to go get changed before they come and haul us off to the library to do it.”

I gave Brady his graduation present; one of them.  I could tell he was nervous opening the envelope.  His eyes widened and he let out a little gasp when he pulled out the two $500 dollar bills.

“Mr J! You shouldn’t have done this.”

“Why not? You deserve it,” I said. It struck me at that moment that his parents, despite their relative wealth, hadn’t sent Brady a graduation gift.

Josh was all smiles too.  “Actually, I deserve one of those,” he said. “After all I am half responsible for you getting that diploma.”

I punched him in the shoulder.  “Don’t be greedy; you’ve been paid a hundred times over for your contribution to Brady’s education; like he never educated you in a few things.”

Josh gave Brady his gift.  It was a nice, very classy looking diver’s watch.

“Wow! This is beautiful,” Brady said.

“And you’re going to need it,” Josh said.

Brady looked at him with a curious scowl.  “Need it?”

“Where you’re going,” Brady said.

Brady looked at me.  Josh was laughing. I told Josh he could tell him.

“We’re going to Cancun, dude,” Josh told him.

Brady’s mouth flew open and his eyes popped.  “You’re not serious!”

“Dead on,” I said.

“Aww, Alec, you shouldn’t be doing all of this,” he said as he wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled me into a tight bear hug. I could feel his hefty manhood against my thigh.  Suddenly he pulled back.  “Man, that might’ve been a mistake, hugging you. I’d better go get changed before this gown becomes a tent.”

***** 

Brady had said he wanted to just come home afterwards and be with me and Josh.  I insisted that he go to the parties and be with his friends.  He insisted on taking Josh along, and said they would be home to change into shorts for the parties.

I stayed up watching TV.  I had just gone to bed—it was well after one in the morning--when the boys came in, laughing and talking. I knew they would be up to report in. I could tell when they came into my room that they had been drinking, but they weren’t drunk. They had their shirts tucked in the waistband of their shorts.

“Well, it sounds and looks like you boys had a good time,” I said.

“Oh, Man, you would not believe it,” Josh said, laughing.

“Everybody went out to Mary Lou Brown’s house and it turned into a full-fledged orgy,” Brady put in. “Man, I fucked so many girls, I lost count. And Josh, here, nailed at least three of the cheerleaders.”

Josh held up four fingers.

For a moment I stared at them in astonishment.  Then I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, and they burst out laughing.

“We almost had you, dad,” Josh managed to get out between guffaws.

“Maybe, until Brady claimed you’d screwed three girls.”

“Hey, there are boys on the cheerleading squad, too,” he pointed out.

I was surprised but happy. It was good to know they had slipped back into the old routine of things, at least for one night. The boys sat on either side of my bed.

“Seriously now, how’d the night go?” I asked.

“We really did go to Mary Lou’s party, Mr. J.  But it was just loud music and lots of drinking--”

“And girls,” Josh interjected.

 “Then a bunch of us guys piled in the back of Noah’s pickup and drove clear to the other side of the park; me and Josh, Noah and Pablo, and would you believe… Dan Colton and Randy Lake. Man, who would’ve thought it about those two studs.”

“Thought what?” I asked, smiling.  “Everything you could possibly think, it would be true.  Man, it was a six man orgy. We were all pissed that we all wasted all those years, not knowing about each other.”

“Well, you and Josh didn’t exactly waste all of those years,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, and were they pissed to learn about us,” Josh put in. “I could have been tutoring Dan and Randy both.” He stood up then, with a more somber look. He looked down at me then over at Brady.  “Well, listen, I’m going to leave you two guys alone to put the finish touches on the celebration.”

“Where’re you going?” I asked.

“Over to Kevin’s apartment.  There are a couple of guys he wants me to meet, from one of the big Ivy League schools.”

“Be careful, Josh,” I said.

“I’m always careful, Dad.”

When Brady and I were left alone we just looked at each other for the longest time. There was something that passed between us, only I couldn’t figure out what.

 “I’m glad you had a good time,” I said finally.

“I had a great time. But I couldn’t wait to get home to you,” he said.

“You should have stayed out and enjoyed your friends as long as you could. I’ll always be here,” I said.

“That’s what makes you so terrific, Mr. Johnson.  But you shouldn’t be sitting around waiting for me.   You shouldn’t think of yourself as some kind of last resort.  You’re not the consolation award for me; you’re the prize.  Even when I fuck around with another guy, I will always, always return to you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by it; it sounded like he was making a rare reference to our age difference, and that bothered me. I didn’t like to think about it, and I didn’t like him thinking about it. Suddenly he leaned over and brushed his lips across mine.

“We only have the rest of our lives, and that’s not enough,” he whispered.

To be continued... 

Posted: 04/09/10