The Tutoring - Sex Stories

The Tutoring

... back of the house had been extended with a beautiful all-glass conservatory, meaning you could clearly see in before you even got to the back door. As I walked, I happened to look up and through one of the windows, which gave me an unobstructed view into the living room.

I just about collapsed in shock at the scene waiting there for me. Chris was sat on the couch, in the very spot I sat for my interview. He was completely naked, head flung back in ecstasy, as Luke knelt between his legs, obviously sucking his cock.

I was unable to turn away as Luke, also naked, bobbed up and down on his husband's dick, with Chris putting his hand on the back of his head to offer some gentle encouragement. I watched as Luke took all of the cock in his mouth, his right hand jerking his own hard shaft below while his left explored Chris' beefy torso. Suddenly, Luke backed his mouth off Chris' cock and instead began to hungrily tongue at the balls, and base of the cock. Even from this far away, I could see how much Luke enjoyed pleasuring his man.

The fact I could not stop watching was a fact I thought strange even at the time. I'd never so much had a gay thought, other than admiring the looks of one or two male celebrities. I'd always appreciated that men could look good, and I knew when they did, but the thought of being with one never occurred to me. Now I was here though, watching two horny men going at it, and it was turning me the fuck on. I felt my cock stir to life and press ...

... against the fabric of my trousers as I watched on, simultaneously becoming more aroused and more nervous about being caught. Then it happened.

"Oh shit!" Chris yelled, as his head fell forward and he clapped eyes on me watching through the window. He stood up quickly, knocking Chris to the floor, and covered his modesty with his hands as he rushed out of view. "It's the fucking tutor!" I heard him yell to his husband, as the pair of them rushed around the house to presumably find something to cover them up.

I thought about just leaving. Running away, never to contact them again. I was inherently quite an awkward person, so this felt like the best option. But what if they thought I was some sort of Peeping Tom? They had my name and place of work, if they labelled me as some kind of pervert it could end my career. I had to stay and explain myself. Even if the 'explanation' may not technically be the truth.

I was still by the door when Chris, now dressed in a mismatching pair of grey lounge pants and an unbuttoned white shirt, opened the door. He looked every bit as embarrassed as I felt, and the inherent awkwardness of the situation made me physically cringe.

"I..err..I..." I stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence as Chris stood there, breathless.

"I know, I know, there's a session booked today, fuck. We completely forgot. Anna's at her mum's. Hence the....y'know..." Chris looked down at the floor, shaking his head. Just then, Luke appeared behind him, still ...