The Tutoring - Sex Stories

The Tutoring

... topless but now with a pair of black shorts on.

"Yeah, about that, I'm so sorry, I tried the front and there was no answer so I tried the back and, well....y'know..."

"Don't worry about it," Luke said, looking equally as embarrassed. "It was our fault for forgetting you were coming. I'm sorry you had to see it!" he said, forcing out an awkward chuckle.

I forced a similar chuckle out as a means to break tension. I looked over at Chris, who now had quite a quizzical and confused expression on his face, and it was aimed at me.

"Wait a minute," he said, rubbing his chin. "I heard someone ring the doorbell. We've had a few religious nuts in the area recently so I assumed it was one of them and decided to ignore it. Was that you?"

I chuckled awkwardly again. "Yeah, it will have been. Like I say though, I'm sorry for coming round the back, that was wr-"

"That was about 10 minutes ago." Chris interrupted. "Have you been at the back door since then?"

My stomach dropped as Chris correctly put two and two together. My lie would have worked perfectly, if only he hadn't heard the doorbell. Fuck.

"I, err, are you sure?" I said, beginning to sweat. "I don't think it was ten minutes ago. Really, I don't..."

As I stammered through another excuse, I noticed Luke tap Chris on the shoulder and, with his eyes, pointed towards my crotch. I looked down, and to my horror realised my erection was tenting the fabric of my trousers. Ahh, fuck.

"I think you'd better come ...

... in," Chris said.

I apprehensively followed the two men into their home. They took me to the living room where Chris was balls-deep in Luke's hungry mouth just minutes earlier, and rather humiliatingly offered me the seat in which the blowjob had taken place.

"You didn't mention you were gay?" Luke said, sitting next to Chris and putting a hand on his thigh.

"I'm not!" I quickly protested. "Honestly!"

"I think that weapon in your trousers is evidence to the contrary, mate." Chris said. I noticed it wasn't going down any. Maybe because the room was filled with the unmistakable aroma of sweaty, passionate sex. "Why hide it from us? We're hardly likely to be homophobes now are we?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" I retorted, quickly realising my protests were falling on deaf ears. It was understandable though. I mean, I knew exactly how it looked.

"Y'know, if you'd have just asked to watch there'd have been no issue." Chris said, standing up. "Might have even let you join in."

Luke stood up too, draping his arms around his man. "Oh yeah," he continued. "As much as we love eachother, we're not totally...compatible, in the bedroom. You get my drift?"

I think I understood, though I didn't want to admit that to them. I kept my gaze fixated on the floor, just listening.

"Because of that, we're always on the lookout for a third. Someone a bit more, passive, y'know?" Chris added.

"We both think you're cute," Luke said. "Watching that fucking ass jiggle in your ...