Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2016 22:27:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Summer Tutoring

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*****

"So... you wanna?"

"Dude, really? You're not shittin' me?"

I almost laughed at his face, all big-eyed and disbelieving. Like this was
some big-brother prank I was playing on him, like back when we were kids.
But we weren't kids anymore. Luke had showed me that for sure, these past
thirty or more minutes, wrapped up in each other on my bed, making out and
exploring each other's bods.

His kissing had some room for improvement, but he was starting out from a
real good baseline, and he definitely made up what he lacked in skill with
enthusiasm. Felt like he'd improved as we'd pushed it deeper, tongues
exploring slow, wet and lazy, once I got his hyped-up ass to calm down.
Once he knew this wasn't some dream, that we were really making out, really
together like this. Like he'd confessed he'd long wanted to. Like I'd been
thinking about, real hard, this past year, since he'd hit his growth spurt,
his already fine muscles coming in firmer, stronger, more defined, the hair
thickening on his jock kid thighs and forearms, his voice deeper.

His hands had trembled as they clumsily worked the buttons of my shirt,
pushing it back and off, hesitating just as he was about to touch my bigger
chest, the big muscles I worked so hard on in the campus gym. I'd had to
take his trembling hands and bring them to my skin, and we both grunted
when they touched, and slowly began to trace, explore, stroke. I returned
the favor, finally letting myself explore his ripe, smooth-skinned
perfection, my cock throbbing inside my shorts just like his was. Tenting
our cargo shorts real hard for each other, bumping the bulges together and
grunting into each other's mouths as we kissed even wetter and deeper, as I
wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him down onto me,
slow-grinding against each other as we let our hands roam free.

I could feel he was big, definitely not a boy's cock anymore, big like I
was. Big, and hard for me. And I started to get that itch, spreading into a
warm, slow burn deep in my gut. I didn't get that often, and when I did, I
knew it was something real special. I was more of a top than a bottom, but
Luke was pressing all my buttons. Something in the lusty look on his
handsome face, the mix of hunger and awe in his gaze, and then the boyish
pleasure in his smile. Real genuine. Took me back to childhood, in some
ways, but then coupled with the feel of his hard young body, the eager
dance of his tongue, and most of all the bigness of that pulsing cockbulge
grinding steadily against mine, it all became something very
manly. Something real different. Something I wanted real badly, all of a
sudden.

"I'm not shittin' you, buddy," I grinned, pulling him in to let my tongue
dance with his some more, my hands squeezing his fine young ass firmly,
pushing the length of my cockbulge back up against his.

"I don't do this real often," I said when our mouths separated, and damn if
there wasn't a strand of spit connecting our lips. Then he swiped his
tongue out, broke the strand and swallowed it, completely
unselfconsciously, and I actually moaned at the sight of it. I don't think
he even knew just how fuckin' hot he was. Not just cute, but actively
hot. Yeah, this was definitely gonna happen.

"But I wanna do it for you," I continued. "With you. Your first time oughta
be special, y'know?"

"Was yours special, Tommy?" he asked with that boyish, sincere charm of
his.

"It was OK," I shrugged, remembering my bud Jacob's clumsy fingers and big,
even clumsier cock cluelessly popping my cherry with little skill and not
much more lube one hot afternoon after practice. "It's why I want it to be
better for you. So, if you wanna..."

Of course he did, and he was yanking at the button of his shorts, wriggling
them down, exposing that real big young tent in his trunks. I reached for
it, gave it a light, gentle squeeze, then a full-palmed rub down the length
to his balls that had his mouth hanging open with lust as he hunched up
against my palm. Yeah, I could take him. Shit, this was just as much about
me as it was about him.

I was still palming his bulge, feeling the hunger growing in my belly, as
he started yanking at my shorts, struggling with the button and the zip.

"Take your time, little bro," I said, stroking his heaving pec. "Easy.
Breathe. You wanna be smooth, show your buddy you know what you're
doing. I'm not goin' anywhere."

He smiled, steadied his excited breath, then reached for me again, his
tongue sticking out adorably between his lips in concentration as his
fingers grazed over the stiff bulge of my fly, along the zipper, then
slowly undoing me. I watched his eyes widen at the hard jut of my cock
straining at my boxer briefs, like a kid getting the toy he always wanted
at Christmas. Fuck, he was cute. I loved this little dude more than
ever. This was gonna be amazing, I knew it.

Luke didn't waste too much time separating me from my clothing, which was
good, because I was tingling real hard down deep, feeling my asshole
starting to almost itch, I wanted him so bad. He tugged my shorts and
underwear down together, tossing them off to one side, and then he ran his
hands up my legs, over my quads, up my thighs and over my stomach to my
chest, through the light hair that had started coming in real nice
lately. All with that same kid-in-a-candy-store look on his handsome young
face.

He wrapped one tentative hand around the hard curve of my cockshaft, giving
me a slow, almost shy stroke, and then he started to warm to it. I didn't
want that now, though. That was a distraction, a side road we could explore
later. That, and sucking cock, too. Plenty of time for all that - this was
one of those times where you wanted dessert first.

I rolled over onto my stomach, stretching out to my bedside table for the
lube, and heard him grunt at the sight of my ass. I have a pretty rockin'
ass, I can say it - I often get told it's my best feature, and Lukey sure
seemed to think so, as his sweaty hands slipped up over the cheeks, up and
down. I flexed them for him and heard him grunt again, and that's when I
knew for sure that we were in for a lot of fun together from now on.

"Later on, I'll show you how to really treat a buddy's ass," I said over my
shoulder to him. "Works for girls too, if you want. But it works even
better with dudes, little bro."

He grinned at me, still squeezing and stroking my ass, driving that
tingling urge even deeper up inside me. I reached back and drizzled a
stream of the cool lube down into my lightly-furred crack, and his eyes
followed it as if in a trance.

"Show me what you're working with, big guy," I murmured, snapping it out of
it. He grinned again at the compliment,then wriggled his trim little
soccer-jock hips and pushed his trunks down, and out snapped a solid 6
inches of cock. A little more than 6, I reckoned, actually, with room to
grow more - and thick. Almost a full-grown man's cock. Jesus, he was gonna
please a lot of people with that piece of his. But he was gonna please me
first, that was for damn sure. Repeatedly, maybe. Hopefully.

"Fuck, that's one hell of a nice cock you got, little bro," I said, loving
how his face lit up at that. "Let's get him initiated, what do you say?"

He nodded eagerly, and I pushed myself up on my knees, his eyes tracking
the shifting muscles of my glutes as I sat back on my heels before him,
poured more lube into my hand, then wrapped it around the throbbing,
pulsing thickness of his beautiful young dick. He moaned out loud at that,
eyes fluttering as I slowly slicked him up, careful not to stroke too fast
or firm - I didn't want the show to be over before we got to the main
event. Once he was gleaming and glossy with the stuff, I slid back onto my
knees and elbows, shifted my ass a little more, then arched my back and
presented it to him.

"Go easy, bro," I said, meeting his eyes. "You're a big guy. And like I
said..."

"You don't do this often," he finished, smiling, and ran his hand from the
small of my back up my spine, and I knew he was gonna do just fine at this.

"Don't worry, Tommy, I'll go real slow, I promise," he said, pushing his
superhard cock downwards, pointing it at my hole, his tongue slipping out
between his lips in concentration again.

Not gonna lie, I was clutching the sheets a little with nerves. It had been
a minute since I'd last got fucked, and I tried to clear my mind of
everything except the words Chris had said to me the first time we
fucked. He hadn't copped my cherry, but he'd been the first guy to really
fuck me right, to show me what two dudes could really do together. For the
millionth time, I silently thanked my parents for hiring a college guy to
tutor me in AP French, and a whole lot more they never knew about
besides. I remembered his advice, breathed deep, bore down and relaxed, and
after a second of real pressure, I felt my little bro's big dick push its
way inside of me.

"Ah fuck," I growled, clutching the sheet a little tighter as Luke started
to fill me up. True to his word, he was slow and careful, though I knew he
was just itching to plant the whole length of himself inside me and start
fucking away.

I was just starting to wonder if maybe my eyes hadn't been tricking me,
maybe he was sporting twelve inches, because it sure seemed endless, and
then I could feel his hips flush against the cheeks of my ass, his hands
stroking up and down my sides and back with real care.

"Am I hurting you, Tommy?" he said, his voice all tight but loving too, and
I smiled and shook my head, looking back over my shoulder at him.

"Nah, little bro," I managed. "Feels good. Now real slowly, gently, start
to pull out a little, then go back in... fuck... uh... yeah... exactly like
that, Jesus..."

I guess he was born to this. I guess we all are. It's gotta be in the
genes, right? Some ancient evolutionary memory, passed down the line from
our caveman ancestors. Whatever it was, Luke had it, and he was making me
feel all kinds of things, all of them good, as his hips found that natural,
instinctual rhythm, and my little brother began to truly fuck me.

I wish I could say he fucked me like a porn star, that we did it for an
hour, that he'd mastered it from the get-go, but he was still just a
wound-up teenager, and we'd been driving each other slowly nuts well before
he got inside of me like this, so I knew it wouldn't be long. He felt
fucking incredible inside me, though, filling me up just right with that
perfect thickness of his, plenty long enough to reach all the right spots
inside of me, pumping me full of hard, eager young cock, even reaching
round my hip to take hold of my own big, throbbing dick. We grunted,
growled, moaned, urged each other on, and just like with his kissing, the
longer he did it, the better, the more confident he got, until the air was
full of the fast, rhythmic thwack of his hips against my ass, his grunts
and moans at a deeper, huskier pitch, matching mine as I writhed beneath
him and did my best to fuck him right back. Shit, it felt like all those
amazing afternoons with my tutor Chris right in this very bed, back when I
was Luke's age.

Those thoughts, the knowledge that it was my hot little brother doing me so
right, the feeling of him pounding his big, eager teen cock up into my
depths drove me to the brink, and when he wailed out, "Ah fuck Tommy, I'm
gonna cum, bro!" I was done for.

Luke's hips slammed into me, his hands clutched my hips even tighter, and
with a long half-wail, half-moan, I knew he was pumping his load up into
me. That pushed me over the brink with him, as I clawed at the fitted sheet
with one hand and reached for my bouncing, leaking cock with the other, and
with a couple quick strokes, I was blasting off all over my bed.

Luke draped himself over my sweating back, both of us heaving together,
before sliding off and onto his side next to me once his cock had softened
enough to extract itself with an audible squelch. I could feel his cum
trickling down my taint, and I reached back to scoop it up. I had to see
it, feel it. And then I found myself having to taste it, as he stared at
me, all flush-faced and fuckin' gorgeous, amazed that I'd do that. Then he
leaned in with a curious expression and kissed me. Slipped his tongue into
my mouth with new assurance, tasting himself, moaning into me as I pulled
him into my arms and took it even deeper.

"Holy shit, dude," he panted when we separated, grinning. "That was... did
I... was it..."

"It was fucking amazing, Lukey," I murmured, kissing him again, slower and
sweeter this time. "You're a natural. Knew you would be, buddy."

He beamed with pride at that. I could have said all that just to make him
feel big about himself, but it was all true. He'd fucked me real well,
amazingly so for a now-former-virgin. Had me thinking I needed to bottom
more often, especially if it was for him. I was pretty sure he'd welcome
the opportunity to help develop his skills some more. I knew I sure would.

"All that other stuff... about asses, y'know," he said, blushing
charmingly. "I wanna know about that too. Want you to show me, bro."

"I will, buddy, I will," I said, running my hand through the sweaty ruff of
his hair. "I get the feeling you're not gonna need much teaching... but
it'll be a whole lotta fun anyway, big guy."

"So when can we get started?" he said, leaning in to kiss the side of my
neck as he ran his hand down my back, cupping the big, sweaty muscle of my
ass, already way more assured than he was ten minutes ago.

"Attaboy, little bro," I chuckled, and we leaned in to kiss some more, and
gear ourselves up for the next lesson.