We'd reached the summer holidays once again, and for most of the other teachers in my school, that meant a nice six week break where they could chill out, recharge and not think about marking or lesson planning until September. Not me though.
I was newly-qualified, fresh out of university, so my pay wasn't on the level of some of my colleagues quite yet. As such, to bump up my bank balance, I'd accepted a tutoring job over the summer.
The gig seemed quite easy. I'd be tutoring a girl called Anna, helping her with her maths and English and giving her a leg-up in preparation for some upcoming exams. I'd found the role through an ad her Dad posted on a tutoring website, which stated that Anna was a polite, sensible girl who'd cause any potential tutor absolutely no problems. Good enough for me, I thought. I sent my credentials over to her Dad who was happy with them, and only requested a short meeting before he'd give me the job, probably to check I wasn't some sort of creep. Again, fair enough.
The day of the meeting soon came, and I arrived at their house. It was quite a luxurious new build in the residential part of my home town, with a big garden out front and two brand new luxury cars parked on the drive. These people were obviously living comfortably. Upon ringing the doorbell, I waited a few seconds before the front door swung open and I saw Chris for the first time.
Chris was a man in his early forties. He was talker than me, standing at about 6'2, with broad shoulders; a real rugby player frame. He had sun-kissed skin and numerous tattoos on both arms, visible due to the short sleeved polo shirt he was wearing. He had buzzed brown hair and stubble, as well as a pair of piercing blue eyes.
"Hello, Chris is it?" I said warmly, offering my hand to the man. "It's David, we spoke online about a tutor position for your daughter?"
Chris smiled back, and firmly shook my hand. "Yeah hello mate. Thanks for coming. Please, come in."
I was led through Chris' lovely home, which was every bit as impressive on the inside as it looked from outside. "Amazing house you have here, by the way," I was sure to say.
"Thanks, I suppose we've been lucky," Chris replied. "Though we do work hard for it. Please, take a seat on the couch and let me get you a drink."
I smiled, and sat down on the couch when asked. I asked Chris if I could have a glass of water, and off he went round a corner to the kitchen, leaving me alone briefly. Upon his return, I was surprised to see he wasn't alone; he'd returned with another man in tow.
"Luke's gonna sit in on this as well, if that's okay."
Luke was much younger looking than Chris, maybe around late twenties, only a few years older than me. He had a much more slender frame as well, though through his tight white t-shirt there was obvious muscle definition. He struck me as having a swimmer's build, toned and fit but not overly muscular. His dirty blonde hair was shaved on the back and sides but was longer and swept back on top, and he was clean shaven.
"Of course," I responded, taking the water from Chris. "This is your son I take it?"
There was a moment of silence, before the two men looked at each other, and burst into laughter. I sat there, glass of water in hand, slightly confused, and it felt like the hilarity continued for a while before I was given an explanation.
"This certainly isn't my son," Chris said, still stifling a chuckle. "This is my husband, Luke. Anna's step-dad. I'm offended you think I'm old enough to be his Dad, there's only 13 years between us!"
"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" I blurted out, tripping over my words in the haste of getting an apology out. "I didn't mean to insinuate anything, me and my stupid mouth!"
Luckily, the two men found the funny side. "Don't worry about it," Luke said, flashing me a warm smile. "I'll take it as a compliment if I look young enough to be his son!"
I laughed, hoping I hadn't turned too red from the embarrassment.
"Anyway," Chris said, as the two of them sat down. "This is a really informal thing, I'm sure you can appreciate our need to give the once-over to any potential tutors, given how closely you'll be working with my daughter."
"Absolutely," I replied, taking another sip. "I understand completely."
"Good. Anyway, we have a few little questions for you to answer. As I say, nothing to worry about..."
The meeting lasted maybe twenty minutes. We discussed Anna's education and her academic abilities, and when they were satisfied with my answers, the conversation turned to small talk. I asked how long the two men had been together, and Luke told me they met four years ago. Chris had broke up with his wife, Anna's mum, after realising he was gay, and met Luke on a dating app soon after. They explained that although Anna found it difficult to navigate at first, she's quite happy now and has a good relationship with her stepdad.
I listened quite eagerly, genuinely interested in their story. I didn't consider myself gay by this point, but I was absolutely an ally, and it was heartwarming to see how loved-up the pair clearly were.
The first tutoring session was two days after our initial meeting. I met Anna for the first time, who was every bit as decent and bright her Dad told me she was. We coasted through three or four sessions in that first week, with Anna picking up some quite advanced maths skills fair easily. The job was a breeze.
It was about nine days after our initial meeting, when I arrived once again to the house. I knocked at the door, but was surprised to find that nobody seemed to be answering, so after some repeated bell-ringing and door-knocking I took a step back.
We'd definitely scheduled a session today, and the cars were in the drive, so it was strange that there was no answer. Perhaps they were watching TV or listening to music, so I decided to walk round to the back of the house and see if I had any luck with the back door.
The 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.
