The Tutor Gets a Lesson

To provide context for those reading Pt.04 first, the timeframe for this story is 1972 (before cell phones)

I stirred and stretched in the comfortable bed. My eyes were still closed to the early morning light but then I heard two quiet voices near the door to the room. Opening my eyes a bit I could see Mr. Ashton in a white bathrobe along with a young man who was wheeling in a cart with a coffee pot and cups. I remained still in the big bed and watched as the hotel employee placed the cart in the location Mr. Ashton requested and then hand the young man some cash. "Wow," exclaimed the employee. "Thank you very much sir. I appreciate it a lot!"

"You're welcome," whispered Mr. Ashton as he pointed at the bed where I rested.

"Oh, forgive me sir," responded the young employee in a hushed voice. "Have a good day, sir," he whispered as he quietly exited the hotel room.

I turned over onto my back and sat up a bit in the bed. "Good morning, sir" I said in my hoarse morning voice.

"I'm sorry if we woke you, Mike" said Mr. Ashton as he approached the bed. "I don't think the room service guy noticed that someone was still sleeping."

"It's okay, sir" I responded as I tried to free the sleep from my eyes. "I was partially awake. What time is it, sir?

Sitting on the bed next to me, Mr. Ashton smiled and said: "It's almost 7:00 am. Also, I have good news. The power is back on here at the hotel. However, some parts of the town and the university are still without power. I got all of this news from the front desk captain earlier this morning."

A little confused and still trying to wake up I asked: "How long have you been awake, sir?"

"Since 5:30," said Mr. Ashton. "I'm an early riser, Mike but you were fast asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I put on my sweatpants and shirt and went to the front desk to see about the road conditions."

Even through my sleepy eyes Mr. Ashton's smile was so very engaging. I yawned and stretched my arms to try and wake up a bit more. "I really slept well," I said through my still waking voice.

Mr. Ashton chuckled and said: "That's probably because I wore you out in our...er...our...workout last night."

I blushed hard and he laughed heartily. "I love it when you blush," chuckled Mr. Ashton. ""For me, it's a genuine sign of your innocence. Now how about having a cup of coffee with me?"

"I would love a cup of coffee, sir" I said. "But first, I need to pee." Hearing myself say that just made me blush again and look away from my handsome host.

I threw back the covers of the bed and as I stood up Mr. Ashton drew me in tightly to his muscular body and in a low, gravelly voice once again said: "Good morning, Mike." He smiled and then kissed me gently on the lips as his hands rubbed my lower back and then made their way to my bare ass.

Then, in a move that I think surprised both of us, I held him tightly and returned the kiss but fully, deeply and most decidedly more than a 'good morning' peck. As I released my arms from their embrace, I saw Mr. Ashton's eyes were filled with surprise. But it was clearly a good surprise because he gave me a devilish smile and a wink.

Then, in one quick movement, he turned me around and with his large hand gave me a sound slap on my bare ass saying: "Ok. Go pee. There's a bathrobe for you in the bathroom. I'll get the coffee ready."

I stood there for a moment trying to rub out the sudden sting on my butt when he laughed and said "GO!"

Once in the bathroom, I took my usual long morning piss. However, as I stood at the toilet, I thought about Aaron. I was supposed to meet with him that very afternoon. How could I even face him after what had happened last night? What would I say? My mind was filled with contradictory messages. But then I heard Mr. Ashton whistling softly in the main room so I washed my hands and face, slipped on the robe and went back out to the room.

Sitting down at the small table I watched as Mr. Ashton poured the coffee. It smelled great and for me it was an important daily ritual. I took a sip and just closed my eyes. "Tastes great," I said and Mr. Ashton just smiled and winked again. Then his facial expression changed and he became a bit more serious.

"Mike," he said, "I need to say this so please just listen."

I looked up at him and could feel my stomach tighten with apprehension.

He continued: "Mike, I suspect that I crossed a boundary last night. I realize that you and my son are friends and you have helped him so very much with his studies. In fact, even with all of the tutors my wife and I hired when Aaron was in high school, you are the first one that seems to have gotten through to him. I am truly grateful to you."

Then there was a long silence and in my squeaky, morning voice I asked: "Is there more, Mr. Ashton?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "There is more. For me, last night was simply amazing. You are a personable young man and I enjoyed every minute of our conversation in the restaurant and in the car. But I knew that I wanted more and when you agreed to come back here with me, I was hopeful that I might work up the courage to just kiss you."

Again, the silence that followed was deafening.

Seeing the look on my face he put down his coffee cup and put his big hand on top of mine. "Let me finish," he said with a hint of a smile on his face. "You are a handsome young man and you have a beautiful body. I was totally aroused when you took off those wet pants. Seeing you standing there in your white jockey shorts was thrilling for me. Absolutely thrilling! But when I touched you and placed my hands on your magnificent backside, I knew that I wanted more. I wanted you, Mike. Then, the sight of you naked before me was wonderful. My desire was intense as I wanted to hold you, feel you and kiss every inch of that body."

I looked down at my coffee unable to respond. Finally, I worked up the courage to say exactly what I was feeling in that moment. I began slowly: "Yes, it's true that, in the course of studying together, Aaron and I have become good friends." I paused and looked at his handsome face with that classically cut jaw line. He was patient. It was clear that he wanted me to express myself thoroughly and he allowed me the space to do that.

Taking a long sip of his coffee, Mr. Ashton set his cup down and said: "I suspect that there is more to tell me, Mike. Is that the case?"

"Yes, sir," I replied as I gathered my courage. "Last night was...well...with you...well..." I suddenly felt ridiculous with my sudden stammering. "Sir, last night was simply incredible. You were commanding yet gentle. I was so nervous and even a bit scared, but you took charge and guided me. The way you kissed me brought out a desire I did not even know was within me. But more than that, I had this sensation throughout my body and my spirit that you wanted me...to explore me, touch me, taste me and bring us both to great pleasure."

Trying to read his face when I finished was quite difficult. I returned to my coffee cup and waited but never took my eyes from his face.

Leaning forward on his chair, Mr. Ashton took my hand and smiled softly at me. "Mike, that was simply beautiful. It pleases me to no end to know that you feel this way. I say this because this is all very complicated for me. You are friends with my son. I am a married man. Yet here I am in this hotel room with a young man who is kind, intelligent, very handsome and incredibly sexy."

My fingers caressed the palm of his hand as he spoke, and I felt my face go flush again at the words 'handsome and incredibly sexy.' Gazing into my coffee cup I spoke in almost a whisper: "I have never thought of myself as sexy or even good looking."

"Well, Mike," he said in a soft and comforting voice, "believe me when I say that I find you very, very handsome and very, very sexy.

"Do you see me as sexy in this large hotel bathrobe and with my messed-up morning hair?" I inquired with the slightest of smiles on my face.

"Believe me when I say you are sexy and handsome even with, as you call it, your morning hair." As he spoke, he ran his hand through my hair, and I closed my eyes at the delightful feel of his fingers as they made their way through my hair.

Then, a very devilish impulse came over me and I stood up. Undoing the robe, I grinned at my host and said: "I think it might be sexier if I was out of this robe. Placing the robe on the back of the chair I now stood before Mr. Ashton in all of my naked glory.

His mouth opened slightly at my sudden boldness and his eyes traveled slowly from my face down to my feet. "You are a bit of a naughty boy, aren't you?" he inquired.

"Oh, I think that you are the naughty one," I quipped. But I did not walk to him. Instead, I wanted him to come to me and he did not disappoint me.

Rising from his chair, Mr. Ashton undid his robe and let it sink to the floor. "Now," he quipped, "how should I deal with this naughtiness?"

He approached me but I turned and ran toward the bed. Just as I arrived at the big king- sized bed, I felt his large hands on my waist, and he lifted me seemingly effortlessly up into the air. Then, as my muscular host brought me back down, he tossed me onto the middle of the bed. Mr. Ashton then hopped onto the bed and we engaged in a friendly yet vigorous wrestling match.

The sad truth however was that I was no match for my well-built and rugged host. In no time at all he had subdued me pinning me to the mattress. Then, in a surprise move he pulled me off of the bed. Holding me securely he sat back down on the edge of the bed. With his feet planted firmly on the floor he hauled me over his left leg and swung his right leg over my own two legs pinning them in place. He then brought my right arm behind my back.

I was left a bit stunned that he had accomplished this so quickly and with what appeared to be minimum effort. All efforts to move were for naught and I felt his free hand rubbing my bare and very exposed butt.

"Now," said the muscular giant who held me tightly over his bare leg, "I think I need to teach the naughty boy a lesson."

"Lesson?" I asked in my still squeaky morning voice. "What do you mean?" I said as I struggled to free myself.

Mr. Ashton chuckled and said: "Well, my young college man, just look at the position you are in and you tell me what I am going to do."

Feeling his hand rub and squeeze my naked ass I suddenly realized what he meant. "But. Mr. Ashton...sir...I mean...sir...I am too old to be..." My voice trailed off.

"I believe the word you neglected to say is 'spanked'." said Mr. Ashton in a voice that was almost a whisper. "Perhaps I should put a bit of color into these meaty cheeks of yours." As he finished his sentence his hand came down and gave me a somewhat playful swat on my exposed backside.

I turned my head to look at him, but he just gave me a bit of an evil smile and then chuckled.

Trying to wiggle free was useless because his grip was like iron. But to be honest, I was also enjoying the feeling of my ever-expanding penis as it rubbed against his naked thigh.

"So, Mike," he whispered, "naughty boys sometimes get a spanking." As he spoke his large, rough hand continued to rub my butt. When the hand paused, he changed the activity to tracing the length of my ass crack with his big index finger. Then, leaning forward he kissed each cheek of my ass and followed it with another somewhat playful swat.

However, his attention to my naked rear end was suddenly drawn away by the ring of the telephone on the desk across from the bed.

"That might be one of my clients, so I better answer it," he said in a voice that showed his disappointment in the interruption. Releasing me, he rolled me onto my back, kissed my stomach and then went to the desk to answer the phone.

I propped myself up on my elbow to watch my host as he spoke on the phone. At first, he had his back to me and that gave me a wonderful view of his musculature and his perfectly formed ass. His shoulders were broad, and they magnificently accented his narrow waist. But I could not take my eyes off of his sculpted ass. It really was breathtaking! Two perfectly round and firm globes came together to form one spectacular butt. As I studied the long crack that separated those globes I wondered if one might need a crowbar to even pry them apart. But then I tend to like a bit of mystery, so I decided to just enjoy the firm ass that I was now viewing and not concern myself with the mystery that laid beneath those strong glutes.

Then, as if sensing my stare, he turned and looked over at me laying there in the big king bed. My eyes went immediately to his dick because it stood at complete attention. Clearly our brief wrestling match and my imminent spanking prior to the call had served to excite him and his erection pointed back at me in a most suggestive way.

Mr. Ashton caught my stare, and he rubbed his stomach allowing his hand to drift slowly to his now engorged penis. But, even throughout this show for my benefit, he maintained a serious, confident and professional voice with the caller.

I was getting a little chilly, so I rolled under the covers of the bed but never took my eyes away from Mr. Ashton. Soon his call came to an end, and he smiled at me as he hung up the phone.

"Now who's the bad boy?" I said as I pointed to his stiff and straight penis.

Mr. Ashton climbed onto the bed and pulling the covers back from my body he hovered over me and, with his signature devilish grin whispered: "I still say that it is you, Mike." Then he gently lowered his muscular frame onto my body and kissed me deeply. The kiss was so passionate that I thought I might faint. His rigid dick now pressed against my own and the pleasures of the night before began to return to our bed.

With his tongue, Mr. Ashton traced a trail down my chest to my navel. He paused briefly to glance at me and, seeing my look of pleasure, he decided to continue his work southward until he reached my fully erect penis. With his left hand he took hold of my erection and slowly ran his tongue up the side of it from the base to the head. As he did so I arched my back in sublime pleasure and moaned softly.

"Wow," he whispered, "you have a very long and thick dick here young man. In fact, I think that I will have it for breakfast." He then opened his mouth and took more than half of my dick into his mouth. The sensations were electric as his tongue worked over the head of my cock and the fingers of his hand gently caressed and tickled my balls.

The tingly feelings were incredible, and I moaned as my body moved in short up and down motions on the large bed. Clearly this sensual delight was a turn on for Mr. Ashton because he continued his slow and thorough blow job as if he were a seasoned professional.

As my handsome seducer continued with his oral talents, he gently spread my legs, and I could soon feel the air on my exposed anus. But the air was immediately replaced by the feel of a finger as it drew circles around the exterior of my sensitive backdoor. Then, very slowly, the finger entered, and I felt the return of nervousness as I had the night before.

"Remember to relax, Mike," said Mr. Ashton before returning to devour my penis.

I did my best to breathe and relax and it helped because the invading finger proceeded further into my body. Now my hips began to buck, and I could feel the semen rising in my body. I brought my hands to his head, neck and steel-like shoulders rubbing and caressing them as his tongue played and teased my rigid cock.

Clearly Mr. Ashton sensed that I was getting close, and he wanted to delay any final explosion because he had other plans for us. The wonderful oral session ended, and my muscle man smiled at me and just whispered: "You are so very sexy, and you have really got me turned on." Then, placing his large hands under my body he gently lifted me and placed me on my stomach. Reaching across the bed he grabbed a king-sized pillow and, lifting my hips, placed it under them raising my butt to the level he deemed sufficient.

Straddling my body, Mr. Ashton leaned over and kissed my neck ever so gently. He then placed his unshaven cheek next to mine and while rubbing it gently he whispered: "I want you so much and I'm going to have you. Now. Right here." As those whispered words entered my head, I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my left butt cheek. It felt quite hot compared to the gentle and sensuous kisses he had planted on the back of my neck.

Reaching out to the nightstand, Mr. Ashton grabbed the bottle of body oil he had retrieved from the bathroom the night before. Opening it he carefully let it drip onto the crack of my ass. I buried my face into a pillow and tried to prepare myself for what was to come. I was a mix of emotions, but my nervousness was tempered by my experience from the night before and the knowledge that while dominant in his actions, Mr. Ashton was also concerned about my safety, comfort and sexual enjoyment.

Setting the bottle down my hunky muscleman began to massage my glutes. As he did so, his fingers would gently part my cheeks, and the oil would travel to my anus. "Such a firm and meaty ass," he whispered somewhat to himself as he worked the oil to my backdoor. "I want you to know," he now said in a voice clear and serious in tone, "I was so honored to be your first. Honored to be the one to claim your cherry."

Hearing those words made me shiver but not for the reason you might think. Those words brought images of his son, Aaron to my mind. How could I possibly interrupt the very horny Mr. Ashton in this most intimate moment and tell him that it was his son who had first claimed my cherry. What would he say? Would he feel utterly surprised or maybe betrayed? Would he angrily toss me naked into the hotel hallway? It seemed that I was caught between the desires of two very dominant men, one the father and the other his handsome son. And what of my own desires which, until recently, had been deeply buried and replaced by constant schoolwork and studying? Was I not permitted to enjoy this moment because of the son's secret that I now hid from the father?

However, my conflicting thoughts were interrupted by the senior Ashton who now spread my legs wide and was positioning his erection with my delicate gateway. The realization of my pending penetration sent me into a brief panic and my muscleman sensed my worry. "Relax, Mike." he said. "I'll do the work. You just follow my lead and my directions, and you will enjoy the ride as much as I will." With that, he picked me up, so I was now on my knees with my legs spread wide and awaiting the inevitable entrance of his manhood.

Aaron's dad now positioned his erection at my backdoor and gently pressed the tip against the entrance. "Take a deep breath and hold it," he commanded.

I followed his instructions and then, after what seemed like an eternity, the pressure increased until the head of his dick had entered the sacred tunnel. I exhaled rapidly and then buried my face in the pillow.

Mr. Ashton applied a little more oil to the invading penis, and I felt him advance a little further into my ass. He paused, allowing my body to adjust, and then with his knees firmly planted on the bed's mattress he drove in a little more.

The pain was sudden, and I cried out into the pillow so as to not disturb the other hotel guests. I felt two large hands under my hips raise me up a bit and then hold me securely. "It's all about position and the correct angles," whispered Mr. Ashton as he then was able to complete his invasion.

Holding me tightly against his hard body I felt his large testicles pressed against the cheeks of my naked ass. Mr. Ashton remained motionless for several moments allowing me to adjust to this most intimate of connections between our bodies