The Tutor gets a Lesson Pt. 05

If you are just joining the story, I want to alert you that the time frame of this series is 1972.

As we approached my dormitory both Mr. Ashton and I could see that the storm had taken a bit of a toll on parts of the campus. Two of the traffic lights were completely out as we got closer to the main campus and the area around my dorm building was totally without power. Some students, bundled in hats, gloves and winter coats made their way down the winding sidewalks obviously searching for buildings that still had some power. Pulling to a side parking area a discrete distance away from my dorm Mr. Ashton put the car into "park".

"It appears, Mike," said Aaron's dad, "that this area is still without power. Will you be okay if I let you out here or do you want me to take you someplace else?" As he spoke, he gently placed his hand on my knee.

"This is fine, sir," I responded although what I really wanted was to stay with him. However, I knew that was not an option.

"But your dormitory seems dark and without power," stated my handsome guy as he glanced out the driver's side window.

"Really, I'll be fine." I reassured him. "Besides, I'm confident that the university has emergency plans so I will just stop off in my dorm room, change my clothes and then go locate Aaron. If the library is open and has heat, we are going to begin researching topics for our final history papers."

Mr. Ashton turned his face and, with a smile said: "You are a good friend and a good influence on my son. He's lucky to know you." After a slight pause he continued. "And I am very fortunate to have met you, Mike. You are a kind, thoughtful and very sexy young man."

I blushed hard and just looked out of the passenger window. The truth is I had no response because I was still a basket of contradicting emotions. On the one hand, I truly liked Aaron, and I was still turned on by his good looks, athletic body and the thought of seeing him soon. But I was also drawn to his father. Mr. Ashton was a commanding presence both physically and emotionally. Something happened to me the night before that I could not explain. I had only just met this wonderful man and now I didn't want to be separated from him. However, I needed to get control of myself and admit reality. Perhaps what had taken place in that hotel room was an anomaly. I needed to refocus on my studies and my life here at the university. After all, this is a married guy, and his son is my good friend. What was I doing I wondered to myself?

"Mike," said Mr. Ashton interrupting the struggle taking place in my head, "are you okay?"

"Oh, yes sir I am fine," I said. "Just wrapped up in my schedule, I guess. I should go now."

As I started to grab the bag with Aaron's math books and his winter workout clothes, Mr. Ashton reached over and touched my hand. I froze and just stared into his beautiful dark eyes.

"I wish I could kiss you once more my sexy college man," he whispered "but I know we can't do that here. But Mike I do want to see you again. I want to see you again very, very much. So, I will be in contact with you in the near future and I will be certain to be careful and discrete in my communication."

Looking into his beautiful eyes I, too, wanted to kiss him but we both knew that it was risky as students passed nearby the car.

"I want to see you again, sir." I said in a quiet and measured tone. "I know that things are most complicated for us, but I would like nothing more than to be with you again. So, I will wait to hear from you, In the meantime, I hope that you have safe travels and thank you, Mr. Ashton. Thank you for... well... for everything. I'll never forget our time together."

Before he could respond, I exited the car, shut the door, waved to him through the closed window and then made my way back to my cold and dark dormitory. As I walked, I did look back once to watch as the car drove away toward the highway. My emotions were running all over the place and I paused on the sidewalk to simply breathe in the chilly air and focus. More than anything at the moment I needed to return to my studies, to my work with Mr. Yortish and helping Aaron. For the moment my lustful thoughts about Mr. Ashton would need to be relegated to the back of my mind.

Entering the dormitory was a bit surreal. It was dark and very chilly. The front desk was staffed by Sam. He was a senior and worked part-time as the desk clerk. His job was to keep the residents informed, put mail in the mail slots, take phone messages, etc. Sam wore his winter coat and had two big candles burning on the large desk counter. Spotting me he waved me over to the desk.

"Hey, Mike," said Sam "There was a call for you about 30 minutes ago. Another student named Aaron left this message for you."

Taking the paper from Sam's hand I read: 'Power is on at the library. Still planning on meeting you at noon. Meet me on the 3rd floor.'

Looking at my watch I saw that I had sufficient time to get up to my room, change my clothes and then head to the library.

"Hey, Sam," I inquired, "what's the situation upstairs? Are we allowed up to our rooms? I need to change my clothes."

Noticing my suitcoat and dress pants, Sam laughed: "Very formal I see. But yes, the rooms are open, but I wouldn't take a shower unless you like it really chilly. But then, sometimes we college guys could profit from a cold shower."

"Sure could," I echoed. If he only knew!

I entered my dark dorm room and immediately spotted a note from Mark, my roommate. His parents, who did not live too far from the campus, had come by to take him back to their home for the long weekend. Lucky guy, I thought. Undressing, I hung up my suitcoat, shirt and dress pants. Standing there in the cold room in just my socks and white briefs I looked in the mirror. Both of the Ashton men had complimented me on my ass. Was it that good, I wondered? I made a half turn and gazed at the mirror. It did seem that my butt was quite rounded and even appeared to stretch the fabric of the briefs. Clearly, my legs were my best feature most likely due to the number of miles I put on them in my almost daily runs. Tucking my fingers into the back of the elastic waistband I lowered the briefs to better view my posterior. I could see that both cheeks were of similar size and girth. I jumped a bit into the air and watched them jiggle a bit. "I guess it is a pretty good ass," I whispered to myself.

Then a strange thought occurred to me. I did not want to meet my buddy wearing the same briefs that his father had removed the night before. So, in one swipe I took them off and tossed them into my laundry basket. As I turned to my dresser to get a fresh pair, I caught sight of my penis in the mirror. "Now that's a dick I can be proud of," I said to myself. No one had to tell me that I was quite endowed. I learned this at an early age and am always secretly proud when I catch a guy checking me out in the locker room. And the communal showers in the dorm were a great place to flaunt my ample endowment. Not only was it quite long but it was also a bit on the fat side. But I am referring to a good type of fat here. Long and thick was certainly the ticket to having other guys notice even if just a casual glance as I stepped into the showers.

"Ok, enough narcissism," I said. "Get dressed and get moving. Aaron will be waiting."

I expected the library to be a bit more crowded as I made my way to the third floor. Afterall it was one of the bigger places that still had power and heat. But then, so did the student union and that would be a far more casual atmosphere. I, however, preferred the library. I enjoyed being surrounded by books, researching and learning.

"Mike. Over here." said a quiet voice. And then I saw him. There was Aaron standing by a corner table. His books were spread out on the table, and it was evident that he had already started his research ahead of my arrival. Good for him I mused. Good for my good-looking baseball star with the soulful eyes and the engaging smile. Happy to see him I waved and headed over to the table.

Setting my books and notebooks down I handed Aaron the bag his dad had given me the night before.

"What's this?" inquired my handsome friend.

"Your father was supposed to give you these things last night during dinner, but he forgot. So, I went with him back to the hotel, picked them up and he drove me back to my dorm," I lied. "He said they were important, so I wanted to be certain that you got them."

"Ah, my winter workout clothes. Thanks, Mike!" said Aaron with a big smile on his beautiful face. "I hope that my old man didn't talk your ear off," he said chuckling. "You saw that he is quite the yacker."

Feeling a little defensive I said: "I liked your father, Aaron. He seems like a good man." (Oh, Aaron, if you only knew what I privately thought).

"Oh, he is a good guy I guess," laughed Aaron "and he really liked you, Mike."

My throat hardened a bit on hearing those words, so I simply said: "What makes you say that?"

"Well, he was all animated at dinner and he was just gushing about how you helped me with my history class."

"He's very proud of you." I said attempting to deflect the conversation away from Aaron's take on me and my interaction with his dad.

"Well, he liked you a lot, Mike and I am happy about that. He knows that we are friends, and you have been a good friend to me." Leaning close to me Aaron whispered: "What he doesn't know about is our time together at the cabin. But then, he doesn't need to."

I looked at my friend with my mouth agape and he just gave me his signature wink.

Continuing in a completely different vein Aaron smiled and said: "I've been doing some digging and I think that I have an interesting topic for the final paper in Yortish's class." Turning his notebook, he showed me his notes.

"Very interesting, indeed and not too expansive." I agreed. "Great work, my friend."

Aaron smiled at me and then tapped the table. "Ok, Mikey. Let's get to work. We can knock a lot of this off today if we concentrate."

He was the only person I allowed to call me 'Mikey'. I smiled, sat down and opened my books.

We worked non-stop, checking sources, taking notes, seeking opinions about our research. Every so often I would glance at Aaron as he read a passage from a book, and I would feel guilty. How could I have slept with his father? But the experience was absolutely amazing. And now here I was with Mr. Ashton's son. I wanted both of them. That was the honest truth. My mind was spinning with images and scenarios. I could still feel those big hands of Aaron's dad's undressing me and feeling my bare butt. His naked body appeared in my mind, and I began to get hard. No! Not here in the library!

"Mike!" said Aaron in a too-loud-for-the library voice.

"Huh," I stupidly responded.

"Are you on a different planet?" inquired my friend.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I guess that my head was someplace else."

"Well," said Aaron "I was asking if you are hungry. I'm starving. Look what time it is."

I glanced at the clock on the wall and was stunned to see that it was 5:30 pm. Then I looked out the window behind me and saw that it was already dark.

"Oh, wow. We really have been hitting the books pretty hard. And yes, I'm hungry too."

Closing his books and notebook, Aaron winked at me, patted my knee with his hand and said: "OK, dinner time. Let's go!"

We dined on burgers and fries in the student lounge. As we ate Aaron suggested we go back to his dorm so he could drop off the things that his father brought him. "Then we can figure out next steps if your dorm is still without power."

When we arrived at Aaron's dorm building, I finally got to see how the other side lived. We went up the stairs to the top floor and as we stepped into his room, I was amazed. As a student athlete on scholarship Aaron had a private room with his own bathroom. The room itself was not huge, but it was private and looked more comfortable than the typical double room on the campus.

"Wow," I remarked "Quite upscale."

Aaron laughed out loud as he took off his coat and set down his books and bags. Taking out one of the math review books that his father had brought him he found an envelope inside. Opening it, he read the message aloud: ' Dear son, here are the books you requested. Use them well, study hard and have much success. I am proud of you and your accomplishments. Much love, Dad.'

Hearing the word 'dad' made my dick jump a bit thinking about Aaron's father and his huge hairy chest, sensitive rosy nipples and rock-hard biceps.

"My dad says he is proud but I'm not sure." said Aaron as he set the letter down.

"I saw it in his face," I blurted out. "I mean, it was easy for me, as an outsider, to see that he is proud of you and loves you very much."

Giving me a bit of a puzzled look Aaron just sat on his bed and said: "Maybe."

I went to the window and looked out at the darkness. Just up the small hill was my dormitory, and I could see that it was still dark. "Wow, still no power at my dorm," I lamented.

"That sucks, Mike. You must have been freezing your butt off this morning. Were you even able to take a shower?' inquired Aaron.

"Yes, I showered," I replied but suddenly remembering that it was a very warm shower with an incredibly sexy Mr. Ashton just after we had made love. "I mean, the water was really cold, and I was in and out in about 15 seconds." I lied.

"Well, then," said Aaron "let's get you properly cleaned up here. You can use my shower. You'll feel a lot better with a hot shower, and you will even notice that I keep a very clean bathroom." he said proudly.

Before I could respond, Aaron went into his small bathroom, turned on the light and grabbed a large bath towel from the shelf and placed it on the commode.

Com 'on, get your clothes off and get in that shower!" he commanded.

Then smiling at me he approached me and ran his hand over my chest. "No reason to be shy. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before or have you forgotten about our time at my folks' cabin?"

On hearing those words my dick grew a bit in my jeans and my face became hot and red.

"No... no... I mean of course I have not forgotten our time at the cabin," I managed to say while simply staring at the floor.

Noticing my embarrassment made Aaron chuckle. He winked at me and started to unbutton my shirt.

I took over the process of undressing while Aaron put away his books on his bookshelf. Soon I was standing there in just my briefs. Seeing me still somewhat reluctant to commit to full exposure Aaron walked over to where I was and snapped the waistband of my shorts.

"Ah, Mike," he sighed, "we really do need to do something about these white briefs." As he spoke, he ran a finger inside of the waistband. "Jockey is a good brand but why white all of the time?" he mused.

Attempting to defend my choice of underwear I simply said: "Well, no one really sees me in my shorts."

"I do," replied my friend.

So does your father I thought to myself.

Crouching down in front of me Aaron grabbed the elastic waistband of my Jockey shorts and in one rapid motion yanked them down to my ankles. The quick move made my penis fly out and it slapped Aaron in the face before it came to rest between my now bare legs. Licking the tip of my cock he smiled back up at me as he finished removing my briefs from my ankles.

I was both speechless and a bit excited as he stood close to me holding my shorts.

"Such a nice view," he said as he stood back up tossing my jockey shorts onto the bed. Then he lifted my flaccid penis in his hand and stared at it. A few seconds later he looked at me and said: "That is one big, big dick you have, Mikey. I'll just bet you get a few looks in the locker room." As he spoke his other hand gently cupped my balls. The sensation was exhilarating, and I could feel the blood beginning to race to my cock.

Once again, words escaped me, and I just looked at my buddy as he fondled me. Taking me by the shoulders, Aaron pointed toward the bathroom and said: "Shower time, Mike."

As I took a step toward the bathroom his big hand smacked me hard on my bare ass.

I jumped and yelped a little. But he just laughed. Just like his dad I thought as I headed into the bathroom.

The warm water felt good after our long study session, and I wondered what the rest of the night would bring.

I did not have to wait long to find out. As I stepped from the shower, the bathroom door opened, and Aaron stepped in. He grabbed the towel and motioned to me to come to him as he was going to dry me off. Immediately I noticed that he had undressed and was now clad only in his light blue boxers. The Ashton men prefer boxers to briefs I mused to myself.

With that ever-sly smile on his lips Aaron started to dry me off with the big fluffy towel. The sensation felt great. As he dried my stomach he paused and once again held my now flaccid penis. "This is the one muscle on your body that's got me beat" he mused as he bounced my cock in his hand.

Clearing my throat I responded: "Well, it's not really a contest."

"If it were a contest, Mikey," countered my friend, "you would win hands down. Or perhaps dick down would be the better analogy." As he spoke, he caressed my now growing penis. Smiling at me he said: "OK, turn around and I will dry your back."

I did as he requested, and Aaron dried my back. Soon the towel dried the remaining water on my butt and then Aaron worked his way down to dry my legs. He worked slowly on my legs, and I closed my eyes relishing his touch especially as the towel moved up my legs and would pause occasionally at the cleft of my butt cheeks.

"You have really strong legs, Mikey" he said half to himself. Then standing he tossed the towel to the floor and stood close behind me. Putting his left hand on my shoulder he slowly ran his right hand across my bare ass. "Really firm," he whispered, "and so damn plump".

Soon his hands encircled my waist, and he gently kissed the back of my neck. Pressing his crotch against my butt I could feel through the fabric of his boxers that he was aroused. My dick, with a mind of its own, had sprung to life and was now fully erect. I gently leaned back to accept his embrace. As I did so his right hand moved up my waist and caressed my chest. No words were exchanged between us, but I felt so happy and safe in his arms.

Turning me back around to face him, Aaron stared at my engorged penis. Placing the towel on the floor he then knelt on it and gently kissed the head of my dick. I closed my eyes and the next sensation I felt was his mouth encircling the head of my dick. As his tongue flicked along the underside of my dick, I grabbed the sink to help keep my balance. Holding my cock with his right hand he worked his mouth further and further down the shaft. Sucking quietly, and with what seemed like great purpose, he paused only once and that was to glance up at my face as if to check on the level of satisfaction. I was in oral heaven! When he finally came up for air, he simply grasped my dick in his hand and said: "That is one HUGE pecker, Mikey! And I mean HUGE!"

Gently releasing my manhood, he stood up and faced me drawing me in tightly to his body. For what seemed like an hour, but was clearly only a moment, he stared intently into my eyes and then kissed me deeply. The feel of his strong, muscular arms encircling my body was intoxicating and the taste of his lips on mine was indescribable. When he finished the kiss, he held me tightly and for a moment we said and did nothing. He broke the tension by running his fingers through my short, damp hair to straighten it out. Then with that famous sly smile he said: "That was a tasty treat, but I need more. Since we didn't have dessert after our dinner, I think I will have mine now."

"Dessert?" I asked.

Aaron laughed out loud and then, with a rather serious expression on his face, posed this question: "Mikey, besides homework and studying, can you think of another use for the desk by the bed?"

I was perplexed. Such an academic question in such an intimate moment. "Uhh... well," I said in my obviously confused state.

"Well, what do we have here?" Aaron asked very seriously as he released me from his embrace. "It appears that the studious Mike has been stumped by this rather easy question."

I just stared at him unable to answer his question.

"I guess I will just have to show you," he chuckled as he gave my hard-on a flick.

Turning me around, he gave my ass a slap with his right hand and motioned me over to the desk. When I arrived, he moved the chair out of the way and then placed my shower towel across the desk. "Now, over you go," he commanded.

I stared at the desk but another smack to my rear made me jump and with a hand on my back he said: "Bend over the desk."

I did as he instructed and felt my stomach land on the damp towel.

"Now, legs apart," he said in a rather authoritative voice.

Apparently, I was too slow at honoring his command because his large hands were quickly grasping my inner thighs and forcing my legs apart.

Aaron then crouched down behind me and, with one hand on each of my bare cheeks, he spread them apart.

"Beautiful," he whispered after a long silence. "Now, it's time for dessert."

I felt his breath on my anus and then something moist. It was his tongue!

"Aaron," I gasped.

"Shh," he responded "No talking while I'm enjoying my dessert."

I grasped the desk and felt his tongue swirl around the outer rim of my anus. The sensation was both intense and euphoric. I closed my eyes and allowed the sensations of pleasure to fill my body. My penis reacted by bobbing up and down against the underside of the desk. These Ashton men are a bit aggressive when it comes to sex I thought. They both know what they want, and they take it. But then, I wasn't really mounting much of a resistance to their actions.

"So fresh and clean, Mikey," sputtered Aaron as he continued to eat my ass. "You have a beautiful hole, and I want to get it nice and wet." He paused momentarily and his tongue was replaced by an index finger. Instinctively I tensed up against the perceived invader. "Relax, buddy," he instructed as the finger applied pressure to the closed gate.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. That was Aaron's cue that it was okay to proceed. And proceed he did as his finger entered to the second knuckle and then paused.

I gasped at the sensation and started to raise myself from the desk, but Aaron's firm voice told me to stay in place. I did as he ordered and tried to spread my legs a bit more to allow for the finger to pass more easily.

"Such a tight, tight ass, Mikey." he said slowly emphasizing the word 'tight'.

"Hearing his comment as a deficiency I said: "I'm sorry, Aaron. It's just that..."

"Shh," he commanded. "I love your tightness. It's a challenge and I love a good challenge. Plus, I want this to be as enjoyable for you as it clearly is for me."

His finger continued its entry and soon he had it entirety inside me wiggling it and moving it back and forth. "My study buddy is getting finger fucked," he whispered. "You look so damn hot. Naked and bent over my desk as you offer your tight little hole to me. I dare say that you even look a little helpless."

I did feel helpless but not as if I were in any danger. Aaron was in charge, and he wanted it that way. And I was beginning to believe that perhaps, I, too, wanted him to fully take the reins in our encounter.

As he probed me with his finger, he used his other hand to open a side drawer of the desk. I glanced to my left and watched as he brought out the tube of KY lubricant. I recognized it from our time at his parents' cabin. He set the KY on the desk next to me and then placed his free hand on my lower back. Slowly and gently, he removed the index finger that he had used to impale me, and the arrival of the lubricant signaled that he had plans to impale me again but this time he would not use his finger.

Glancing over my left shoulder I watched as Aaron uncapped the lubricant and applied a bit to the index finger that had previously been inside of me. As he set the tube back down on the desk, I also noticed that his hard dick was protruding through the opening of his boxers. "Why do you still have those boxer shorts on?" I asked him.

The cool sensation of the KY being rubbed on my exposed hole made me jump a bit.

"Relax, Mikey," whispered Aaron. "The boxers are simply protecting my modesty." he stated almost laughing. "You are the naked one right now and I do enjoy both the view and your ability to follow my orders. The boxers will come off when the moment is right."

Before I could respond again, the now lubricated finger had slipped past my sphincter and was fully lodged in my ass. I groaned and as I did Aaron moved his body closer to mine and I could feel his rigid dick on my left cheek. Leaning over my naked body he gently kissed my neck and then whispered: "Getting you ready buddy. Getting you ready for the main event. Just like at the cabin. That's where you surrendered to me and I took your virginity. Remember, Mike?"

As he spoke, he worked the lubricated finger back and forth until he had established his preferred rhythm. His left hand, which had been planted on my left thigh, now reached around until it encountered my stiff and leaking erection.

I moaned with absolute pleasure and Aaron responded by saying: "I want you Mike and now I'm going to have you."

Carefully he removed the invading finger and in one swift movement freed himself of his boxers and tossed them onto the bed next to my white jockey shorts. He then silently applied the KY to his cock and, after spreading my cheeks, placed the tip at my exposed anus. "No finger this time, Mikey. Now it's me. I'm going to fuck you, pal."

I didn't move or resist yet he felt the need to make sure that I was not going anywhere by placing both hands on my back as if to keep me in place. Pinned to his desk and with his cock ready to enter I concentrated on relaxing and breathing. I closed my eyes and thoughts of Aaron's dad flooded my brain. His beautiful smile and deep, probing, dark eyes. Only a few hours earlier he had fucked me in his hotel room. Now, his son was preparing to do the same.

Aaron's cock entered and I gasped: "Oh... oh! Mister Ah... Oh, Mister... Mister Aaron." It's Aaron! His father is not here. I must be careful, or I will give myself away I thought.

"Mister Aaron?" he said as he entered further. "I've never heard you call me that." Then after a silence he continued: "I like it! Yeah, 'Mister Aaron'. It has a sense of authority, doesn't it?" He paused and slapped my right cheek hard. "Say it again, Mikey!"

"Ah, okay Mister Aaron." The words must have emboldened him because he now pressed forward until his large testicles rested on my bare ass cheeks.

"I'm in, Mike. Your magnificent ass is mine now. Mister Aaron is going to plow you but good!" With that he brought his hands to my hips and, holding me steady, he began to thrust. At first, the thrusts were small and measured but then the pace began to pick up. From time to time he would lean over and kiss my neck or nibble my ear, but the thrusts never stopped.

Reaching under my stomach Aaron grabbed my dick with his big paw and began to stroke it. The stokes began to match the rhythm of his thrusts and soon I realized that we were both about to reach the point of no return.

Holding my hips tightly Aaron let out a groan and his hot cum began to fill my ass, The sensation was more that I could handle, and I pounded the desk with my hands as I blew my wad all over the floor under his desk.

We remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity and then slowly Aaron began to withdraw his dick from my ass. Once free he straightened himself and then carefully brought me to a standing position. Turning me around to face him he drew me in tightly and kissed me passionately. My knees were shaking, and his strong body was a comfort to rest against.

He smiled at me and simply said: "Wow." Then he kissed me again and taking me by the hand led me to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and said: "Looks like we both need a shower now."

Silently he led me inside the small stall and closed the door behind him. Tenderly he washed me pausing now and then to kiss my neck or back.

"Just like his dad." I mused. "Both Ashton's, while aggressive in their pursuit of my tail, are so loving and caring once the deed is done."

Wrapping his towel around his trim waist, Aaron walked back to the room, and I continued drying off. Soon I noticed that only one dim light near the bed remained on. Hanging up my towel on the towel rack I walked back naked into his room and watched as Aaron brought down the covers of his bed.

"It's still early, Mike," he said. "Let's take a little nap and maybe go out later for a beer."

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was barely 9:00 pm. Smiling at him I said nothing and just climbed into his full sized bed.

Aaron removed his towel and walked to the window. "Still dark over at your dorm building. Mike." he said quietly. Then, walking back to the bed he turned off the light and climbed in next to me.

Instinctively, I turned onto my side and Aaron drew me in close as he spooned me. He kissed me on the neck and drew the covers up over us both.

"Just a little nap?" I inquired.

"We'll see." he whispered. "We'll see."