The Tutor gets a Lesson Pt. 03 by mrsensual01,mrsensual01 Our weekend at the cabin behind us, we returned to the campus and the daunting challenge of mid-term exams. Aaron had really focused on his studies while we were at his parent’s cabin. In addition, he had been my ‘professor’ as he led me through my first sexual experiences. I felt like I was walking on the clouds but also realized that I needed to set those longings and desires to the side for the moment as mid-terms approached.
The evening before the history exam Aaron and I met at the library for one final review. As we finished, I could tell that he was ready, and I told him that he was going to ace the test. We exited the library, and I found myself chatting excitedly about how proud his parents would be when he called them to share his success. But I suddenly realized that he was not next to me but instead walking several steps behind me. Stopping, I turned and saw the faintest of smirks on his face. “Why are you walking behind me,” I inquired.
Aaron came up next to me and, glancing around as if to be certain that his words would not be heard by others, smiled and said: “To be honest, I was focused on that sweet ass of yours. Plump, round and firm.” Then, in just a hushed whisper he continued: “And I have had the pleasure of seeing it, touching it and plowing it.”
My mouth fell open but no words emerged. I could feel the redness of embarrassment creeping up my face and Aaron chuckled as he realized that he had achieved his goal of, once again, leaving me speechless. Now, walking next to me, he continued: “And I noticed in the library that you are wearing your signature white briefs.”
“How…how on earth do you know what I have on under my jeans?” I asked a bit shocked.
“When we were in the library you were bending and squatting in the stacks looking for that book about the Weimar Republic.” he responded. “Your Fruit-of-the-Loom waistband was peeking out and it was on display to anyone walking by.”
I stopped walking and looked at him in disbelief. “Really?” I half gasped.
Aaron let out a hearty laugh and said: “Oh yeah, REALLY!” Chuckling, he continued: “You know, we really need to get you some new underwear. You don’t have to wear white briefs all the time.” Then, in a whisper he said: “But, I do remember they look good on that meaty rear end of yours. They looked even better when I took them off of you.”
Once again, I had no response other than the stirring in my groin that signaled an impending erection. Changing the subject I asked: “Do you want to stop by the student union for a coke or a cup of coffee?”
“Can’t” he said. “I told Becky Samuels that I would stop by her dorm. She and I will probably get a late dinner someplace.”
“Oh, Ok,” I responded trying to sound nonchalant when, in reality, I was disappointed. There was also another emotion bubbling just below the surface and I realized that it might be jealousy. I did my best to surpress it because I knew that Aaron was interested in girls and always seemed to have one or more hanging on him. He was, after all, quite handsome, popular and an athlete. He had beautiful piercing eyes, his body was muscular and, based on our experiences at the cabin, he was no stranger to carnal pleasures. But, I knew that he wasn’t ‘mine’ so when we reached the path to my dormitory we said good night. I did remind him to get a good night’s rest as we had the exam in the morning. He winked at me and patted me on the back as he headed to Becky’s dorm.
The history exam was more difficult than I expected but Aaron told me that he was confident that he had done well. I was happy to hear that but I was still nervous. We had spent a lot of time studying and I did my best to prepare him. For some reason, I felt I had a lot riding on his grade. Perhaps it was because it would show whether or not I had what it took to be a teacher which was my course of study at the university.
The following Tuesday I was walking into history class when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was Sarah Trenton. She was pointing to the professor’s desk where a large stack of papers was sitting. “Look, Mike” she whispered. “He’s graded our mid-terms. I hope that I passed.”
I smiled at her and told her that I was sure that she passed although I had no way of really knowing. Aaron spotted my brief exchange with Sarah and gave me a thumbs up sign along with his usual wink. For some reason he believed that Sarah was interested in me because, according to him, she always had her eyes on my butt. However, the thought of Sarah even touching my rump was not appealing at all.
Professor Yortish started class by saying that some of the exams were disappointing to him and some folks would need to really redouble their efforts if they were to pass the class. I glanced at Aaron but he just smiled and looked confident. The professor walked around the class handing out the graded exams. I watched nervously as he handed Aaron his exam. But when his face broke out into a very broad smile I breathed a sigh of relief.
As the professor handed me my own exam he said: “I would like to speak with you briefly after class.” I could feel the eyes of the entire class on me but when I looked at the paper it showed a grade of A+ and a singular comment: “Fantastic work.” So, why on earth did he want to speak with me?
Class ended a little early and I remained behind as the rest of the class filed out. Professor Yortish called me up to his desk and explained that he was in the middle of a reasearch project revolving around Vichy France and the French Resistance during WWII. He further explained that he needed a second pair of eyes to review citations and sources and, because of my performance in his class, he felt that I was the perfect candidate to assist him. He concluded by informing me that the History Department had funds to pay for this activity and I could work on my own schedule. I was absolutely elated at the opportunity to do the job not only because it interested me but also because I could really use the money and the experience would look good on my future resume. I immediately accepted the position and thanked the professor for his faith in my abilities.
As I walked down the hall toward the exit I caught sight of Aaron leaning against the wall and chatting with three co-eds. “Shameless flirt,” I mused as I once again tried to put my obvious jealousy aside. However, I was pleasently surprised that he called to me as I passed by his harem of college girls.
Aaron told the girls he had to go and then caught up with me as I exited the classroom building. Once outside the building he said: “Comon’ buddy. We have no classes until this afternoon. Let’s go to the student union. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee and one of those great peanut butter cookies they sell. Then I want to find one of the pay phones and call my parents.”
“Why do you need to speak with your folks?” I inquired.
He stopped walking, opened his folder and showed me his graded history exam. My mouth fell open when I saw the letter grade of ‘A’ and the written comment: ‘Great Improvement, Aaron. Please keep it up.’ I so wanted to hug and kiss him right there on the sidewalk but I refrained and just said: “I knew you could do it!”
We arrived at the student union and Aaron bought coffee and cookies to celebrate. Before he took a bite of the cookie, he looked at me with those beautiful, soulful eyes and said: “I owe you big time, Mike. You saved me. Once the coach sees that I am not on academic probation he will let me register for winter baseball camp.” He smiled at me and our eyes locked together in a magical moment. But then, Aaron remembered where we were and said: “Grab your coffee. Let’s go over to where the phones are. I know that my parents will want to say hello as well as thanks!”
Needless to say Aaron’s parents were absolutely elated with his success. He handed me the phone and it sounded like his mother was crying with happiness. His dad, on the other hand, was very congratulatory and told me that I had accepted a difficult task and succeeded brillantly. I blushed as he spoke and I could see Aaron laughing. Before we concluded the call I handed the phone back to Aaron. He spoke briefly with his father and then said: “Mike, are you free on Thursday? My dad has some out of town meetings and he wants to swing by the campus and take us to dinner to celebrate.”
I thought about it and said: “Thursday is in two days but, yes I would love to do that!” Little did I realize what I was about to discover about myself once Aaron’s dad came to the campus.
Thursday evening had arrived. I put on my best dress shirt and one of the three ties that I owned. My sportcoat was still in pretty good shape and I slipped it on as I walked to the mirror. I wanted to look my best to meet Aaron’s dad. The mirror said: “Not too bad for a guy who can’t really afford expensive clothes.” So, leaving my dorm room I made the short walk to Aaron’s dorm.
As I approached Aaron’s dorm I spotted him standing next to a car and speaking with a man. It was his dad. Aaron introduced me and Mr. Ashton gave me a hearty and firm handshake. As I smiled and greeted him I was struck by the size of his hand. It was huge! Not only that, even in the approaching twilight, I could see that he was a physically big guy. Although we appeared to be of similar height, it was clear that Aaron’s dad was quite powerfully built. Is this what all business guys look like I wondered.
Once we were seated at the restaurant, and he had removed his overcoat, I got a better view of Mr. Ashton’s amazing body. Clearly he is a weightlifter I thought. His biceps seemed to move as he reached for his water. I wondered if they might just not rip his shirt if he moved too suddenly. While his neck seemed of average size I couldn’t help but notice how it traveled down to what appeared to be a large, muscular chest. The trail of black hair above the top button of his opened shirt made me wonder just how hairy that chest might be. But then realizing that I might be looking at him a bit too much, I shifted my thoughts and joined the conversation already in progress between father and son.
The restaurant was a lot more elegant than I was used to and I felt a bit out of place. I knew that Aaron’s family were comfortable when it came to money but he never flaunted that fact and Mr. Ashton seemed to sense my unease. He expressed a keen interest in my classwork and thanked me numerous times for helping Aaron in his studies. At one point he reached over, gave my neck a gentle squeeze with that big paw and then patted me on the back in a congratulatory manner. His hand lingered for a moment as he asked Aaron a question and my entire body tingled with a sense of excitement. Both his approval of my studies and his physical closeness felt nice, and I grew more comfortable as our meal progressed.
As we exited the restaurant the earlier drizzle had turned into more of a steady rain. Driving back to our respective dormitories, Mr. Ashton pointed out that there were also smatterings of snow and a bit of freezing rain. We arrived first at Aaron’s dorm. He said good night and reminded me that we were meeting in the library at noon to sort out topics for our final history papers. As he closed the door and jogged carefully up the slippery sidewalk, Mr. Ashton shook his head and said: “I don’t think I ever heard my son remind someone about a study appointment. Astonishing!” As he spoke, he patted me on my left knee and said: “You must be a miracle worker, Mike.”
I blushed hard and simply said: “Thank you, sir but you should know that Aaron really has applied himself.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Mike” responded Mr. Ashton with a most infectious smile. “You turned things around for him. But it is refreshing to chat with someone genuine and humble like yourself. And you don’t need to blush so hard when I pay you a compliment.” Reaching over with his hand he rubbed the top of my head saying: “You’re a nice young man and Aaron is fortunate to have met you.”
I blushed even harder and Mr. Ashton laughed out loud. He patted me on the shoulder and said: “You’re a bit of a shy one. aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am,” I said avoiding his beautiful, dark eyes.
We pulled away from the curb and were soon at my dormitory. I was about to thank my hunky host when he pounded the steering wheel with his hand and said: “Oh no! I brought some of Aaron’s winter workout clothes and two math study guides he wanted but I forgot to give them to him.”
“No problem,” I said. “Just hand them to me and I will be certain that he gets them tomorrow.”
“Easier said than done, young man” he responded. “Everything is in my suitcase back at the hotel. I just dropped off my suitcase and didn’t unpack much more than my toiletries because I have to depart in the morning.”
Wanting to be helpful and also wanting a few more minutes with this handsome older guy, I made a suggestion: “If you like, you can bring me to the hotel, give me the things and I will give them to Aaron tomorrow. It will make one more trip for you tonight but, you won’t have to come back here tomorrow when the campus is busy.”
“You wouldn’t mind doing that for me?” he inquired.
“I’d be happy to help,” I said.
He smiled and stared at me for what seemed a bit longer that expected. I felt that tingling sensation one more time.
“You really are a good guy, Mike!” Mr. Ashton said as we left campus and made the short drive to the hotel.
The rain had picked up and it was beginning to mix with some sleet and even ice. Mr. Ashton took it slow, and the windshield wipers seemed to be working overtime. Finally, we reached the hotel and Aaron’s dad found the closest parking space that was available.
We jumped out of the car and ran toward the main entrance. Just feet away from the overhead canopy my left foot caught a slippery patch, and I went down on my left side. As I tried to get my footing, I caught sight of Mr. Ashton slipping on the first uncovered step and tumbling backward. His hand grabbed the nearby railing and that kept him from going all the way down. He righted himself and then turned to check my condition.
“Mike, are you okay?” he asked with a clearly concerned tone to his voice.
I made my way to the canopy and told him I was all right despite that my left side had taken the brunt of the fall. But that was less the issue than my utter embarrassment at falling like a little girl in front of Mr. Ashton.
Entering the hotel lobby, Mr. Ashton looked at me and said: “You’re soaking wet. I hope that you didn’t tear your dress slacks. Let’s get to my room and we can assess the damage.”
Opening the door to his room I was amazed at its size. It contained a nice sitting area with TV, a large bathroom and a comfortable looking king sized bed.
“Hand me your suitcoat, Mike and I will hang it up so it can dry,” said Mr. Harris with an immediacy to his voice. “Take your shoes off and see if you got any water or ice on your socks. You do not want wet feet.”
I did as he told me and saw that my socks were wet. I removed them and placed them by the shoes near the closet.
“Oh no,” exclaimed Aaron’s father. “Look, you have dirt from the sidewalk on the cuff of your shirt. Quick, take it off and I can rub it out with a washcloth from the bathroom.”
“Oh, it’s fine Mr. Ashton. I can…” I started to say but he interrupted me.
“No. Shirt off now,” stated Mr. Ashton with a voice that clearly sounded authoritative. It’s a white shirt and I have a technique to get that stain before it ruins the shirt permanently. Traveling as I do has taught me a number of hotel cleaning and repair techniques for clothing.”
I did as he instructed and he took the shirt from me, went into the bathroom and started the water in the sink. He returned a minute later, and he proceeded to unbutton his own shirt to examine it. I watched in absolute awe as his bare chest came into view. It was magnificent! His abdominal muscles were a true ‘six pack’ and his flat stomach had a layer of dark hair that seemed to get darker and heavier as it went up his torso. But, more than the sight of that beautiful chest, I found myself staring at his big, muscular arms. The biceps and triceps were quite visible even though he was not really flexing. Then his voice snapped me out of my erotic thoughts.
“The left side of your dress pants looks really wet. Take them off so we can hang them up to dry.” commanded the father of my good friend.
I stared at him in disbelief. “But, I….I mean….well….I can’t just take off my pants here.” I said in what sounded like a squeaky child’s voice.
“Why not?” he asked laughing.
Not sure how to respond, I pointed to the door and said: “Well, it’s a hotel and someone from housekeeping could come in unexpectedly.”
Mr. Ashton approached me laughing and said: “Well Mike, it’s almost 9:00 in the evening. The housekeeping staff has probably gone home for the night. However, I can allay your fears in two easy steps. Walking to the door he took the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, opened the door and placed it on the outside door handle. “Step one complete,” he said as he winked at me. Then he locked the door and put on the dead bolt. “Step two complete. The door is secured so you are now in a very private and secure space. OK, Mike, get those pants off so I can check for tears, and we can get them dry.”
Walking over to where I stood, he watched as I undid my belt and zipper and then stepped out of my pants. Standing there in just my briefs, I handed the wet pants to Mr. Ashton. As he took them from me, he seemed to look me over from head to toe and then, with a bit of a grin, he pointed at my white jockey shorts and said: “I see that you are a Fruit-of-the-Loom guy. Good brand and well made.”
Taking the pants from me he grabbed a hanger and carefully draped the wet slacks over it. Then, without a word, he removed his own pants and placed them over a chair in the sitting area. Smiling at me, he snapped the waistband of his white boxers and said: “I myself prefer Hanes. As you can see, I like the two button boxers. They look good and feel comfortable under my business slacks.”
Standing there in just my underwear with Aaron’s dad had me in a whirlwind of emotions. I felt embarrassed, awkward and, in all honesty, a little excited.
Approaching me, Mr. Ashton said: “You went down pretty hard out there, Mike. Do you think you hurt or bruised yourself.”
“I don’t think so, sir,” I answered.
Now, standing quite close to me Mr. Ashton looked down at my left leg. He crouched down and, putting his hand just above my knee, pressed his thumb along my hip. The move startled me, and I stepped back a bit. He stood up and said: “I must have hit a sore spot.”
I…I think…I think I’m okay,” I said trying not to stare at his furry chest.
“Well, let’s take a quick check,” said Mr. Ashton taking me by the shoulder and turning me around. “Stand at the wall for me so I can take a look at your back and check for bruises or sore areas.”
I did as he instructed, and he followed me. Standing close behind me he put his hands on both of my shoulders and then, in a calm and reassuring voice, said: “Relax, Mike. I just want to be certain that you did not hurt yourself. I do feel a bit responsible for all of this after all.”
Nodding my head I stood facing the wall. The sensation of his hands on my shoulders and back was both one of warmth as well as comfort. But in short order his left hand was on my left hip, and I could feel his fingers pressing. Soon his hand began to gently knead and press along my left butt cheek. I flinched a bit and he stopped. “Did that hurt right there?” he asked.
“Just a little, sir. Probably a little sore from the fall. I’m sure I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” I said in a bit of a shaky voice feeling my mouth suddenly quite dry.
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment “Maybe,” he said as his fingers continued their exploration. “Then again you might just have a bit of a bruise.”
His hands stopped their movements around my hip and butt. He now stood very close to me. Instinctively I moved as close to the wall as I could.
“Now, relax, Mike while I take a little closer look.” said Mr. Ashton in a soft and almost calming voice.
As he spoke, I felt his thumb insert itself into the left side of the waistband of my briefs. He pulled the fabric back a bit, hesitated for a moment and then lowered the left side of my shorts. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on my breathing. I could feel my legs twitch a bit in a clear sign of nervousness.
“Relax,” he repeated. “I am not going to hurt you. It’s just that it’s difficult to see at the moment.”
I turned my head slightly and he smiled at me. As he did, he inserted the fingers of both hands into the waistband of my shorts and lowered them in the back. I could feel my bare ass come into view and I gasped: “Mr. Ashton!” I said in a hoarse and nervous voice. “What….what…”
With his hands on my bare hips Mr. Ashton said once again: “Try and relax Mike. I’m not Superman. I don’t have X-ray vision. I can’t see through your briefs.” While he spoke, he took the opportunity to lower the front part of my shorts. In what seemed like an eternity (but was only a few seconds) my Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs now rested just below my knees.
Crouching down behind me Mr. Ashton said in an almost jovial voice: “Now, I can see if there are any bruises or marks.” He placed his index finger along the crack of my ass and slowly ran it down the inside of my left cheek. “Any pain or discomfort here, Mike?” he inquired.
“No,” I managed to say in a barely audible whisper.
His right hand now rested on my right cheek moving slowly back and forth across the cheek and the upper thigh. “How about here?” he asked.
Realizing that my briefs had now fallen completely to the floor and rested just below my ankles, I couldn’t even speak so I just shook my head.
Before standing from his crouched position, Mr. Ashton gently lifted each of my ankles to free them from the fallen briefs. Then, standing up with my underwear in his hand, he gently patted me on my bare ass and said: “I’ve got some witch hazel that I can use on that tender spot.”
Standing as if frozen to the wall, I simply muttered: “I’m naked!”
“Yes, you are,” laughed Aaron’s father. “And, if I do say so, you have quite a nice physique. You told me at dinner that you are a runner and that you ran track in high school.” Crouching down again behind me, his hands embraced my right thigh, and he continued: “Really muscular legs and a really firm set of glutes, too.” Standing up, he let his hand roam freely across my now exposed ass. The feeling was beyond description.
“I do see a small, inflamed area on your left cheek,” he said. “But we can address that right here.” He disappeared into the bathroom and I decided to turn around so I could see what he was doing. He exited the bathroom with a bath towel over his shoulder and two small bottles. He then walked over to the bed and placed the bottles on the night stand and then carefully laid the towel on the bed.
Walking back toward me I noticed that he was studying my body. His eyes moved slowly up and down my naked body. “In addition to those muscular legs, I see that you are also quite a well-endowed young man,” he said as he approached me.
As if unsure of this fact, I looked down at my penis and testicles and then back up at Mr. Ashton’s face.
Smiling at me, he said: “You didn’t believe me? In locker room terms that is one long dick. You must be popular with those college girls.”
I blushed so hard that all I could do was look down at the floor.
“I’m sorry, Mike. That was a crude comment. Please forgive my rudeness,” said a clearly contrite Mr. Ashton. As he spoke those words he came very close to me and embraced me drawing me against his hard, hairy body. With his face so close to mine, he continued: “You are a handsome guy, Mike. I like you.”
“I…..well….I like you too, sir.” I said in a cracking and nervous voice. He smiled, hugged me just a bit tighter and then kissed me on my cheek. Feeling the power of his incredible body pressed against mine, I got a little braver and said: “Mr. Ashton, you are really strong and have amazing muscles. You must work out a lot.”
“That I do, Mike.” It’s become a way of life for me.” Then he stepped back a bit and, raising his right arm flexed it until the bicep was large and prominent. Looking intently at me he inquired: “What do you think of this? Not too bad for an older man wouldn’t you agree?”
I reached up and felt the bicep running my hand over it as well as the triceps.
“Do you like those muscles?” he asked. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were checking them out during dinner.”
I just nodded mesmerized by the feel of this bodybuilder’s arm.
“Well, then perhaps a little show of strength is in order,” he said. With that he placed one arm behind my back and the other under the back of my legs. Effortlessly he scooped me up in his arms. “How’s that?” he asked giving me a wink.
Naked, and now in the arms of Aaron’s dad, I was a storm of conflicting emotions. But the overriding one seemed to be awe. His arms felt wonderful cradling me against his massive chest. He was not struggling to keep his balance or even remotely breathing hard. I could have stayed like this for hours!
With me securely cradled in his arms, Mr. Ashton turned and walked slowly across the large hotel room until he reached the bed. Then in a most gentle manner he laid me down on the towel he had previously stretched out across the bed. “OK, Mike,” he said. “Now, roll over on your stomach so I can work on those sore spots.”
I did as he instructed and he placed a pillow under my head. Then I watched him open the small bottle and apply a bit of the liquid to his hand.
“This is witch hazel and will hopefully help that sore area I came across.” said Mr. Ashton.
Tenderly he began his work as he rubbed the liquid onto my left cheek. His large hands massaged my butt and I closed my eyes and let him do his work. From time to time, he worked on both cheeks simultaneously and I soon found myself relishing his touch as I slowly let my legs drift apart.
“How is that feeling?” he inquired in a soft and reassuring voice.
“It feels absolutely wonderful,” I said acknowledging his sensual touch.
Setting the witch hazel back down on the nightstand, Mr. Ashton next picked up the second bottle.
“This is just a nice skin oil I like to use on myself.” Not waiting for a response from me he poured a bit directly onto my bare ass. Then his hands went to work massaging, rubbing and kneading. From time to time, he would gently part my cheeks, and I could feel his fingers lightly pass over my exposed anus. I shivered in delight each time that happened.
I turned my head slightly so I could see Mr. Ashton’s face and he smiled at me. “This really feels nice,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said. “Now let me see if I can relax you a bit more.” As he spoke, he poured some of the oil onto my lower back and his strokes became longer up and down may back and over my butt. He poured some more of the oil onto the crack of my ass and I could feel it dripping on to my backdoor.
“This is a very sensitive and private area on a guy” spoke Mr. Ashton as his fingers glided across my testicles. “Can you raise yourself up on your knees, Mike?” he inquired.
I did as he asked and allowed my legs to spread out. I knew that I was quite exposed to his gaze and I did my best to set aside my fears as well as my embarrassment about the position I was in.
With the forefinger and thumb of his left hand he carefully spread my cheeks. Then I felt the oily index finger of his right hand gently rub my anus. I closed my eyes and sighed outloud.
“Beautiful!” he whispered as his finger applied a gentle pressure to the entrance. “Just relax and breathe, Mike” he said in a calm and reassuring manner.
My mind went back to the cabin where I had shared a most intimate weekend with Mr. Ashton’s son, Aaron. He had given me the same instructions as he prepared to insert his finger. But my thoughts were interrupted by a new finger. This time Aaron’s own father had penetrated me with his index finger and I raised my head and grunted.
“Breathe” he repeated.
I spread my legs a bit wider and that allowed the intruding finger to advance.
“That-a-boy!” Mr. Ashton exclaimed as his finger went further into me. “You are a bit tight, Mike but I have to say that I do like that.”
As he spoke his left hand reached underneath me and grabbed my now hard dick.
“Definitely big man on campus, Mike.” he whispered. “Most definitely. You have a very, very nice dick. I don’t think I have ever encountered one with your girth and length.” As he spoke his index finger began to do some slow and measured thrusts. The sensations caused me to raise my head and groan with pleasure. Clearly he noticed my delight and he moved the finger in a slow twirl causing my moans to grow louder.
“Not too loud, Mike.” he cautioned. “We don’t want to disturb the other guests.” As he spoke he rubbed my lower back with one hand and continued his slow and controlled thrusts with the imbedded finger.
I was in absolute heaven as this muscular hunk of a man performed his sensual magic on my body. However, after a few minutes he slowly and carefully withdrew his index finger. As he did so I sank back down onto my stomach.
Mr. Ashton said: “OK, Mike. Turn over onto your back.”
I did as he instructed and he then stood up next to the bed.
Smiling at me he snapped the elastic band of his white boxers and with a wink said: “I think it’s time for these to come off. Do you agree, Mike?”
The widening of my eyes was my answer because he laughed out loud. Then, still keeping his eyes on me, He undid one button of the boxers and then the second. Moving his hands away from the shorts, gravity took over and they fell to the floor. The bodybuilder was now, like me, bareassed.
Kicking the shorts to the side he raised both arms and flexed them. With his gaze fixed on me he asked if I liked his muscles.
I tried to speak but no words came out.
He lowered his arms and then, with a bit of a frown on his face, said: “I think my interest in big muscles is because what hangs between my legs is average at best.”
I glanced down at his dick and balls and thought that they were beautiful. True, it was not nearly as long or as thick as my own manhood but I was always much more attracted to the entire ‘package’ and, in my eyes, Mr. Ashton was one amazing and sexy man.
He approached the bed and then climbed onto it, straddling me. In a slow and gentle way he lowered his massive frame onto my body and I sighed in utter happiness. Wrapping his arms undeneath me he pressed his naked body against my own and then he kissed me. It was a long, sensuous kiss; devoid of tongue but electrfying all the same.
I responded by closing my eyes, kissing him back and drawing his magnificent body tightly against my own. Was this really happening I wondered? He was much older than me but yet, he wanted me.
Mr. Ashton gently released his mouth from mine and, with an intense gaze, seemed to study my face. Then, almost imperceptibly, his hips began a slight thrusting motion. His erection was solidly against my own engorged dick and the thrusts made me moan rather loudly.
“Shh, Mike” he whispered. “The other hotel guests will wonder what on earth is going on here. But you and I know, don’t we Mike?” He smiled and kissed me again. His powerful legs kept me securely pinned to the bed and his thrusts against my cock and balls began to increase in intensity. It was as if I was a helpless captive to his lust, but I was relishing every thrust, every kiss and every touch of his strong hands.
Then, in one effortless movement on his part, Mr. Ashton propped himself up and, hovering over me, lifted my legs into the air placing each one onto his strong, broad shoulders.
“I want you, Mike,” he whispered. “I want you so much and now I’m going to have you.” As he spoke he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of oil. Pouring some onto his hand he reached under my torso until he found the object of his intense desire. His oily index finger once again pressed against my tight anus. “Breathe, Mike. Breathe.” he commanded as his fingered entered.
I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly as the finger made its way through the tight corridor of my ass. When I opened them I saw the Mr. Ashton’s eyes were also closed as if he were concentrating on how to solve a complex problem.
As I willed myself to relax as much as I could manage, the intruding finger plunged deep into my lubricated rear. I gasped and my hard cock seemed to twitch. Mr. Ashton opened his eyes and smiled broadly declaring: “I think that I just located your sweet spot. All of us guys have one and I just rang your buzzer.”
Slowly he withdrew his finger and one more time applied a generous amount of the oil to his hand. As he massaged my anus, he repositioned himself and, slightly lifting my hips, he spread my legs wider. Then, placing one hand under each of my ass cheeks, he gently lifted me up while bringing his head down and kissing me ever so tenderly.
Holding me effortlessly, he placed his erection against my anus, and I felt the slightest of pressure. I began to panic at the oncoming assault of his manhood, and he clearly saw the panic in my eyes. He gave me a reassuring look and then promised to go slowly. Caught in his muscular grasp I felt both frightened and deeply aroused. “Relax, Mike,” he whispered as the head of his penis entered me.
As with his son, there was an initial sensation of fire or burning but he stopped the movement as he wanted my body to adjust to the invasion. Bringing his face close to mine he kissed me on my cheek. As he did so he entered a bit further using his fingers to spread my cheeks to provide more room for his member to proceed.
“Oh, Mike,” he whispered “you are one beautiful young man. Your body is tight, and your ass is both meaty and so very inviting.” His kissed me and plunged further into my butt. “When I lowered your shorts and saw your magnificent rump, I wanted to take you right then and there. Now, you are here in my bed.” He paused his speech so he could concentrate on the task at hand and pushed once more.
I gasped and then realized that what I was now feeling were his heavy and hairy testicles pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He was completely inside of me! My friend’s dad was inside of me and fucking me.
Slowly and with measured movements Mr. Ashton began to thrust. He laid my head back down on the pillow and kissed me passionately. As he did so his left hand reached over my body and gently stroked my rigid penis. “What and amazing dick you have!” he said. “So long and thick and ready to burst.”
Lifting my head from the pillow I kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues met and I heard him moan in the deepest of pleasure. “Oh, Mr. Ashton. This is amazing!” I whispered into his ear.
My kiss and my words must have emboldened him because his thrusts became more frequent. Holding me in his right arm, he used his left hand to continue to tease and stroke my hard dick which was now beginning to leak. “I so want this moment to last forever.” he whispered as he kissed me again.
My muscular and dominant host continued his thrusts but then he paused and slowly entered one more time. This time he was into the hilt. I closed my eyes and gasped. He released my dick and with both arms under my back he rested his body on mine. His eyes opened wide, and he said: “Oh Mike, this is it!”
I put my mouth on his and kissed him. As I did so his body began to shake and closing his eyes he said: I’m gonna cum!” The was a moment of silence where our bodies felt like one entity and then Mr. Ashton’s orgasm took over. He filled me with his hot, creamy load and I knew that I was next. I drew his muscular body tightly against my own and let lose. My semen flew all over his chest and even hit me in my forehead.
Our spent bodies lay motionless for a few minutes. I could feel our hearts beginning to return to a normal pattern of beats. His weighty body felt like a furry blanket, and I held him tightly. Slowly I opened my eyes and Mr. Ashton raised his head. He smiled at me and kissed me gently. “Mike, that was absolutely incredible. Simply amazing!” he whispered. I had no words to respond but just smiled and kissed him again.
Ever so slowly and gently Aaron’s dad began to withdraw his penis from my ass. He carefully raised my legs as he did so and soon, he was free of my tight tunnel. Climbing out of the bed he walked to the bathroom, and I heard the shower start. Returning he approached the bed and whispered: “Ok, Mike, it’s time to get cleaned up.” I stood up and my legs felt wobbly. He chuckled and drew me in close to his body. Then patting me on my ass, he pointed to the bathroom and said: “Shower time.”
The shower stall was large and accommodated both of us comfortably. As the warm water rained down on my body Mr. Ashton caressed and washed me clean. Using his soapy fingers he carefully washed the cheeks of my ass. His index finger would slip into my anus from time to time and I would giggle. He paused and slapped my wet ass with his hand saying: “I think you might just enjoy my finger there.”
Stepping out of the shower we dried off with the large white hotel towels. As we did so, the power in the room blinked and then the room went dark. Putting the towel around his trim and slender waist, Mr. Harris walked to the large window in the bedroom and peeked through the blinds. As he did, he spoke to me saying: “Well Mike it appears that the rain has now turned to freezing rain and the parking lot is covered with ice.”
“That sounds like potentially dangerous travel,” I remarked.
“Exactly, Mike,” he responded. “I know that you need to return to your dorm room, but I don’t think it would be safe to drive in these conditions.”
“Well, I don’t have any class obligations until tomorrow afternoon,” I said. After a long pause I continued: “Maybe I should just stay here tonight.” Looking at Mr. Ashton in the darkened room and fumbling with my words I said: “With you, sir. What I mean is…. I mean…sir…if it’s okay with you…perhaps stay here tonight. With you.”
He walked over to where I was standing and said: “I was thinking exactly the same thing, Mike. We’ll be safe here and there’s plenty of room in that king-sized bed too.”
Before I could respond further, he undid the towel from my waist, removed his own and returned them to the hooks in the bathroom. Returning to where I stood, he embraced me, and his hands rubbed my bare back and then moved slowly to my naked ass. “So, I guess that it’s decided, Mike. We’ll bunk here for the night.” Finishing his statement, he kissed me.
We walked to the bed, and I got in first. Mr. Ashton followed and pulled the sheet and blankets up to cover our bodies. I snuggled in close to his furry chest and he put an arm around me holding me securely against his body.
“With the power out, it might get chilly in here,” I said.
“Not to worry my sexy college man,” he said. I’ll make sure that you stay warm. Now, time for some sleep.”
With that, he kissed me, and I closed my eyes with a most satisfied smile on my face.
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