Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 21:37:50 +0900
From: rourensu@gmail.com
Subject: Tutoring Cousins

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Tutoring Cousins


Josh got to his knees, his jean-clothed crotch inches from my face.

"This is how I usually say it," he laughed as he pointed between his legs.

I laughed too.

"How many girls has that worked for?" I asked.

"A couple."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said with a grin.

"You actually got a couple girls to suck your dick by shoving it in their
face and pointing at it."

"Yup," his grin more sure. "It doesn't matter what language it's in, it's
all the same."

"True."

"So how do you say it in Japanese."

Why? You plan on finding Japanese girls to suck your dick?"

"Yup," his grin wide.

I laughed.

"?????????"

"Uh, could you say that again?"

"ChinkoÉoÉnameteÉkure."

Chinko o nametekure," he slowly repeated.

"Uh, I didn't think you would want a guy to suck your dick."

He looked down at me seriously, his crotch still in my face. "Not you."

"So what guy then?" I laughed.

"Believe me, if I wanted a guy to suck my cock, I would let him know."

"How?"

He immediately placed his hands behind my head and pulled me towards him,
into his crotch, and thrust into my face several times before letting go.

"Like that," he said with a smile.

"You know how I get guys to suck my dick?"

"How?" he asked slowly.

I quickly sprang from my seated position and tackled him, taking him by
surprise and knocking him down to the ground. He laid flat on his back, me
straddling his chest, and I leaned forward, my own jean-clothed crotch on
top of his face. I thrust into his face a couple times, laughing, before
returning to my position straddling him.

"Dude, don't do that again."

"Why not, you did it to me."

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Cuz I'm not gayÉand I didn't have a boner when I humped your face."

"I'm pretty sure I felt your dick when you humped me."

"Maybe," his expression suddenly changed. "But that wasn't a boner though,"
his grin reappearing.

"You sure about that?" I asked as I put a hand behind me and playfully
tapped his crotch, feeling a definite firmness inside the jeans.

"Yup," he said laughing. "I'm sure."

He winked at me.

Cautiously, maintaining eye contact with him, I place my hand back on the
front of his jeans, feeling him for the first time for more than a half a
second. I slowly, curiously, feel the outline in his jeans, my hand
traveling the entire length. He had a smirk on his face as I felt him.

"Seriously, you're not hard?"

"Not even a little bit."

I felt a twitch inside the jeans.

"No way."

"Look for yourself."

He winked again.

I looked behind me and saw what I was feeling.

There was a definite bulge in his jeans, a large, thick length that was
half-covered by my still-stroking hand. I gently squeeze it, judging the
firmness, and while it definitely was not rock hard, it did not feel
completely soft. I saw his hand move towards mine, taking hold of it, and
move my hand from the front of his jeans to the top, on top of the button.

I looked back at him and he remained silent, only glancing down at his
body, still smiling at me.

I looked back behind me and slowly started undoing his jeans with one hand,
the waistband suddenly loosening. I slowly pulled the zipper down, anxious
of any words or actions of objection. Once the zipper was completely down,
the front of his white boxer-briefs visible, I looked back at him, his face
still locked onto mine, and I placed my hand inside the still-tight jeans,
fishing for the snake.

My hand paused once I found it, and from the expression on his face, he
knew I realized he was telling the truth.  He was pretty large, especially
for his age, but even though we were about the same size, the snake inside
his underwear was completely flaccid, while I was rock hard. My hand
resumed examining his length, amazed at the size and the size of his
complementarily large balls, which bulged in his underwear.

"Told you," he said, looking directly at me, his beast twitching in my hand
to further prove his point.

"You weren't kidding," I said as I stroked him and squeezed him harder, no
longer apprehensive about touching him.

"You remember what I said about letting a guy know when I want him to suck
my cock?"

My hand paused. As I looked down at him, seeing his permanent grin, my mind
raced with thoughts about what he is implying.

"Yeah," I answered cautiously.

Suddenly, he pulled my hand out of his jeans with one hand, and with the
other, while raising his body with me on top of him, he pushed me back and
was soon on top of me, straddling my chest as I was just doing to him. His
jeans were pulled down slightly from the transition, and directly above my
face were his white boxer-briefs with the large bulge completely
visible. Before I could respond, his crotch was on top of my face, forcing
my head against the ground, and he was humping my face, faux moans coming
from his mouth as he continued thrusting. I felt the hardness, or perhaps
softness, against my face and tried to push his off of me, but he continued
humping until he decided to stop, returning back to his original position.

I looked back at him, but my eyes were immediately drawn to the even
larger, throbbing bulge inside his underwear. His hands went inside the
waistband and slowly, painfully slow, pulled the front down, freeing his
very large, and now, very hard, dick. He tucked the waistband underneath
his large, hairless balls, framing his package along with his trimmed,
black bush. My eyes and mouth opened as I looked at the hardness above me,
my mouth watering.

He slowly started stroking himself, his large balls rising as his hand made
his skin cover his large, wet head. He stroked himself slowly, for my sake,
it seemed, relishing my amazement of his size. He stopped stroking and held
his dick straight up, against his stomach, revealing the underside and
completely exposing his balls. He leaned forward, thrusting his hips and
package towards me, making it appear even larger.

"Lick my balls," he said in a stern, commanding voice.

I obeyed and lifted my head up, my mouth open and my tongue ready.  I was
able to reach his large balls, my tongue immediately coating them with my
saliva. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me against body.

"Suck them."

I opened my mouth wider and struggled to fit one of his balls in my mouth,
but somehow it went it. I closed my lips tightly as I began sucking his
ball, feeling it fill my mouth as my tongue barely had any room to move
around, continuing to caress every part of smooth, tight skin it could
find. He tightened his grip on my head, softly moaning as I sucked him
harder and harder, trying to milk him through the skin. My hands moved
behind him around the waistband of his underwear, just above his tight,
muscular curves. I started moving my hands down, feeling the firm flesh
beneath the fabric. When I reached the top of his jeans, halfway down his
ass, I slowly started to pull them down, letting them slide slowly as my
hands felt the contours of his body.

He pulled me off him, his sucked ball popping from my mouth, moist and
glistening. He continued to hold me by the back of my head, almost like he
was holding me to kiss me. But instead of kissing me on the lips, his
intentions were for me to kiss him, not on the lips, but on the wet,
leaking head that he presented to me with his other hand, the considerable
length bridging the gap between us.

I looked up at him, and saw him looking down at me with the same smirk he
had when I was on top of him first feeling what was inside his jeans. I
looked back in front of me, at the large, pink head staring back at me,
waiting to penetrate my mouth. As I opened my mouth, he began to pull my
head towards him, remaining in control.  Once I reached the tip, I
tightened my lips, letting the precum touching my lips lubricate the
entrance and allow him to slide into my tight, wet mouth. There was initial
resistance as his tip reached the entrance to my mouth, but he pulled me
harder towards him, forcing his tip to penetrate my lips and slowly slide
inside the tight hole. I imagined he likened the sensation of penetrating
my mouth to penetrating a tight, virginal pussy, so I made the entrance to
my hole as tight as I could as I felt him sliding deeper and deeper into my
mouth.

I felt his head hit the back of my throat, several thick inches remaining
outside of my mouth. He placed his other hand on the back of my head and
started pulling me off of him, his dick slowly sliding out of my mouth as I
maintained my tightness. As his head began to leave my mouth, I felt his
skin covering his head from my tightness, and once only tip remained
inside, the tip of my tongue tasting his natural lubricant, he pulled my
head towards him again, this time thrusting slowly into my mouth. The
tightness of my lips forced his skin to glide across his head as it entered
my mouth, the smooth, exposed flesh sliding between my lips and onto my
tongue, causing him to moan loudly.

He repeated this multiple times, forcing his hardness to the back of my
throat before nearly pulling out completely, only to return to my throat,
each time faster and harder than before. Each time he reached the back of
my throat, he tried to do go deeper, force more of his hardness inside me.

"Most girls who suck me can't even handle half of my cock without gagging,"
he said softly, maintaining his rhythm of forcing me on and off him.

I placed my hands back on his rear end, feeling the firm muscles, squeezing
them, and pulled them towards me as he pulled me towards him.

"Yeah, I bet you want my whole cock inside you," he said, his pulls and
thrusts increasing. "Let's see if you're gonna be the first to deepthroat
me."

He pulled my head back and made his hardness slide out of my mouth. He
pushed me down to the floor, forcing me to look up at him and the wet,
throbbing organ between his legs. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his
muscular chest and abs. He then started to pull the rest of his jeans down,
past his smooth, muscular thighs, and he lifted himself off the ground to
get the jeans past his knees. Once his jeans were around his ankles, his
legs completely unrestrained, he lowered himself on top of me again,
holding his hardness with one hand, aiming directly for my mouth.

He found his target, and once my lips were around him, he lowered himself
into my mouth. He moaned loudly as his head went down my throat, past the
tight, narrow opening. I placed my hands on his body, feeling his muscles
flex beneath the tight cloth as he freely thrust into my mouth, moaning
loudly. I felt his large, heavy balls hit beneath my chin as he lowered
himself on and off of me, the front of his waistband still gathered behind
his balls. When his hair brushed against my nose before his body completely
fell on top of my face with each thrust, I knew that I succeeded in taking
him completely.

My eyes were tightly closed as I felt his hardness slide in and out of my
throat, his body raising and falling off of me. With my eyes opened, I
could not see anything besides brief glimpses of light when his hips rose
before forcing his hardness back down my throat. While he thrust in and out
of me, I imagined what it must have looked like. His bare, muscular upper
body holding still, parallel to the ground while his lower half did all the
work. His middle section, clothed in his tight, white boxer-briefs, rose
and fell, flexing as I held on tightly. His smooth, hairless legs held his
body up until he felt the need to fall onto my face. Around his ankles were
his jeans, keeping his ankles together for added leverage and proper
thrusting. On his feet were white socks, his toes surely curling as my
throat tightened around his hardness, the sound of my wetness and his moans
filling the room.

He started thrusting harder and faster into my mouth, my throat expanding
feeling it was about rip from the nonstop penetration. His moans became
grunts as he slammed his crotch into my face, his hardness throbbing in my
throat. With a final, hard thrust, he forced his hardness deep down my
throat, as deep as he could. A loud, gutteral moan came from his mouth as I
felt his head expand in my throat, completely cutting off my air
supply. His head throbbed a couple more times before he pressed his body
against my head even more, his hardness sliding down my throat even
further, as he gave a sudden groan as the first massive wave of hot,
teenage cum shot out of his hardness directly down my throat.

I instinctually started to swallow, but the massive hardness in my throat
prevented it from closing, only making the grip around the hardness
tighter. This seemed to please Josh even more, causing him to immediately
shoot another massive load of cum. Prior to each shot, I felt the hardness
in my throat throb and the balls beneath my chin churn, announcing the
delivery of more of his hot, teenage seed. He moaned loudly with each
deposit of cum, his body twitching and thrusting just before the release of
more cum. I tightly squeezed his underwear-clad cheeks, feeling the muscles
flex with each deposit, kneading them, spreading them apart with each
microthrust.

After what felt like several minutes and several gallons of cum, his
hardness began to soften within my throat. His seed continued to leak out
from his tip, but he soon lifted himself off my face, his half-hard
hardness sliding out from between my lips. I kept my eyes closed as I felt
him moving his hardness across my face, spreading the remaining seed across
my face, marking me. My lips, my cheeks, and my nose were marked with a
mixture of my saliva and his cum. Once he was finished, he tapped his soft,
yet still firm, dick against my lips, as if trying to remove the last
remaining drops from within, before inserting the tip between my lips.

"Suck it."

I wrapped my lips tightly against the wet, sensitive head, sucking like a
baby on its mother's milk. But my mother's milk was his seed and his soft
tip was larger than any mother's. I milked him with my mouth, desperate for
the few drop still trapped within.

"Oh yeah, keep sucking," I heard him say as I felt his tip grow larger in
my mouth.

"What the fuck!?" I heard a new, but familiar, voice say.

"Hey bro, wanna get your cock sucked?" Josh said as he pulled his tip from
my mouth, standing up and leaving me on the floor below him.

I opened my eyes for the first time since Josh landed on top of me. I saw
him standing above me, putting his massive dick and balls inside his white
boxer-briefs, his jeans still around his ankles. Behind him was Mark, his
14-year-old cousin.

"I'm not gay," Mark said at his older cousin before looking down at me.

"I'm not either, but he sucks cock better than any girl."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he's the only one who's been able to suck my whole cock," Josh
elaborated with withdrawing his dick and showing the size to his cousin.

Mark's eyes widened.

"My girlfriend can barely suck half my cock."

"He'll be able to suck you down to your pubes, right?" Josh asked me
directly.

My throat was still sore from Josh's hardness, but I was thrilled to have
the opportunity to suck his younger cousin. I nodded at him with a smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Josh said to his cousin before looking
down at me.

Mark immediately started undoing his jeans, pulling them down until they
were around his ankles, kicking them off. He was wearing low hanging,
loose, blue boxers that stop mid-thigh, and matching blue socks. He put a
hand inside his boxers and started stroking himself, getting hard. I got to
my knees, my back aching from being used as Josh's suck toy, and moved over
towards Mark, Josh standing next to him.

When I reached Mark, he pulled his boxers down and let them fall around his
knees. While not as large as Josh, Mark's hardness was definitely large for
his age, as well as his balls. His legs were hairless like his cousin's,
but Mark's patch of hair above his hardness was full-grownÑuntrimmed. He
removed his hat and pulled the front of his shirt over his head, revealing
his thin, toned torso, before returning the hat to his head, rim
backwards. He stood at attention, his legs apart as much as the boxers
around his knees would allow, and he held his hardness in front of my face,
offering it to me.

"Josh said you were gonna suck me down to my pubes. What are you waiting
for?"

I took Mark's hardness in my hand and started stroking him rapidly. He
immediately took a liking to this as I felt him twitching in my hand. I
moved closer to him, holding the tip to my lips, and licked the precum that
had already gathered there.  I moved my tongue across the entire underside
of his hardness, spending extra time on his sensitive strand of nerves
directly underneath his head. I moved to his large balls, hairy like the
patch of hair above, and easily fit one in my mouth.

He immediately grabbed my head and shoved his crotch in my face. I sucked
his ball harder and harder, the boy whimpering as I moved my tongue around
it in my mouth. He pulled me off, his ball hanging low between his legs
again, and he lifted his balls up, exposing the sensitive area between his
legs.

"Lick me here," he said as he pulled my head between his legs.

I used my tongue to lick every piece of skin I could find on him, aided by
his controlling hands. He spread his legs even more, lifting himself up to
give me more access to the region underneath his torso. My tongue ran
between the edges of his crack, the boy's moans motivating me to continue
as his hands pushed me deeper.

"Yeah, lick my ass."

He held me against his body tightly as my face was buried between his legs,
my tongue tasting between his cheeks.

"Yeah, that's it."

He started rocking back and forth, forcing my tongue to move in and out of
his crack. He pulled me back, his leaking hardness again in front of my
face. He rubbed the tip over my lips, spreading his precum, lubricating
them.

"You better take my whole cock."

I again opened my mouth slightly, pressing the tightly held lips against
the moist tip. He immediately started pulling me towards him, his hard tip
spreading my tight lips apart as he slid into my mouth. He continued
pulling me until his entire hardness was inside me, his hairy patch
surrounding my nose.

"Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about."

"Told ya dude. He can take anything."

The boy immediately pulled me back until only his head remained inside my
wet hole, then shoved my head back towards his body, thrusting into my
mouth simultaneously. He repeated his multiple times, forcing nearly his
entire length in and out of my mouth as he started facefucking me. His
moans, as well as his cousin's encouragement, filled the room as he slammed
his body into my face, his tip hitting the back of my throat with each
thrust.

He held my face down onto him, using his legs and hips to facefuck me as
his moans grew louder and shallower.

"Fuck yeah! Suck my cock! Down to my pubes!"

Several minutes passed like this as he focused solely on sliding his
14-year-old hardness in my tight mouth. Once his moans started becoming
more like whimpers, and his hardness started throbbing in my mouth, I knew
he was getting close. He slammed his hairy crotch into my face harder than
before, and held me there. With a loud gasp, he released into my mouth, his
seed hitting the back of my throat. He, like his cousin, seemed to release
gallons of cum down my throat, moaning loudly as his hardness and body
shuddered before each shot. A minute later, he removed his soft dick from
my mouth, glistening with wetness, and wiped it off on my face, hitting my
nose to removed the excess cum. As his dick moved across my lips, I tried
to lick off any traces of his seed that remained on his tip.

"You want my cum, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You love having my huge cock in your mouth, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You love having a 14 year old shove his cock in your face, don't you"

"Yes."

"You want to suck my cock and swallow my cum everyday, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Lucky you. You can suck my cock every morning when I wake up, when I get
back from school before my mom gets home, and at night before I go to bed,
ok?"

"After he sucks me first," Josh interjected.

"Fine. After you suck Josh, then you can suck me."

Besides money and the satisfaction of helping kids, there are other
benefits to being a live-in tutor.