Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 12:32:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Love Letters

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*****

"It's kind of a weird assignment," Eric said.

"She's kind of a weird teacher," I replied. "But Coach says I need to pick
my grades up, and English is, like, the easiest one. Or I thought it would
be..."

"You'd think so," he chuckled. "But it's all about nuance. And being
creative. Especially for something like this - writing a love letter. Come
to think of it, I kind of see the point of the assignment..."

Easy for him to say. He was on a full ride at State, the 4.0 tight
end. Big, blond, good-looking, a killer on the field. And, like, a total
brainiac inside that 185-pound jock body of his. Me, I was more brawn than
brains, everybody always said. They weren't wrong. I wasn't dumb or
nothin', just not, like, a natural book-learner, I guess. I had to goods to
get to State too, but coming into my senior year, even I knew I had to get
serious about the academics.

So here I was, asking the smartest dude I knew for help. Eric had always
been there for me. He was the one who really taught me about football,
wrestling holds, cars. How to jack off. Not so long after that, how to
kiss. And then not much longer after that, how to do a whole lot more. Took
his job as a big brother seriously. And fuck, I loved him for it. He was
way more than a big bro, or a fuckbud, or anything - he was my best friend.

"You oughta be writing a love letter to Coach P for helping build this ass
of yours, lil bro," Eric chuckled, dragging his pencil tip over the big,
hard muscle of my glute. I chuckled, tightened it for him, and smiled at
the soft grunt he gave as he replaced the tip of his pencil with his
fingertip. His lips pressed to my shoulder. Then his breath huffed all
moist down my spine as he lowered his head and pressed a soft, warm kiss to
each of my tight, hard buns.

"Fuck, bro, keep that up and this'll never get finished," I moaned, feeling
my cock throb against the covers under me.

"You better get it finished, if you want me to keep it up," Eric said,
giving my ass a solid smack. I could feel the steady growth of his cock
into a full-blown hardon against my hip. It had been half-hard at the least
the whole time we'd been in my room, but playing with my muscled-up jock
kid butt always got him really going. Him and me both.

"I don't even want to write this dumb letter to that fuckin' girl," I
grumbled. "Even less than I wanna fuck her. Even though she really wants to
fuck me."

It was true. Kelly Burke was extremely warm for my form. And for a
so-called "good Christian girl", she was pretty fuckin' randy. We'd dated a
little, mostly `cos it seemed like the thing you were supposed to do, and
I'd needed a date to prom, because, like, I couldn't exactly ask my big
brother to take me, even though that whole idea made my cock fucking
pound. So, she thought we were boyfriend-girlfriend, and that meant I was
supposed to write this stupid class assignment love-letter to her. I
already knew this was gonna make her even more of a pain in my ass.

"Maybe I oughta be writing this love letter to you, E," I said, with a
chuckle, but also meaning it too. A little. Maybe a lot. Yeah.

His fingers stopped their slow circling on the small of my back for a
second, and when I looked over my shoulder at him, he had this funny little
smile and this look on his face, like he was figurin' on something.

"Yeah, little bro?" he finally said, all soft-sounding, and fuck, I felt my
heart thump for the big hunky dude. He shuffled down so he was laying on
his side along the length of me, trailing his fingers up my spine real slow
again, that way he had that made me crazy. Up to the back of my neck,
making me shiver, which made him smile more. Lips pressing to the muscle of
my shoulder again. Breath real warm on my skin.

"Maybe you oughta, if you feel it, little bro," he murmured, and fuck, now
my cock was leakin' into the covers under me. "Just change the gender and
the name to this girl's when you're done. It'll still be the real
thing... still be heartfelt... sincere... and it'll be all the better for
it, kid."

I turned my head to say something about how I couldn't do that, no way, but
his lips were meeting mine and then we were kissing, soft and wet and
slowly getting deeper, just like he'd showed me how to do a couple years
ago, his tongue slipping past my lips to dance with mine inside my mouth,
teasing it out to move with his. I half-moaned into his mouth and he
grunted back, and then I shuffled up against him, our thighs wrapping round
each other and sliding all together as his big jock stud arms pulled me
into his smooth, tanned chest.

I coulda done that for hours, we sure had before, but he pulled back after
a good few minutes, ruffled my hair, and smacked my ass playfully again.

"Get writing, baby brother," he said, giving my ass a squeeze-rub that made
my cock bounce. "Put it all on paper. How you really feel. How deep it
goes. And I'll tell you how good it is when you're done."

He leaned in, kissed that place on the side of my neck that made me all
jiggly inside.

"And then, maybe... I'll show you right back, kid," he whispered in my ear,
before pulling away. That fucker, taking me right to the brink like
that. He just grinned and shuffled back, putting some space between us as
he leaned back against the wall, leaning down to scratch Rufus' big, floppy
ears as he looked at his phone.

So I wrote. I thought about Eric, about how it felt to grow up in his big,
handsome shadow, how he wasn't like most of my buddies' big brothers, how
he made me part of things. Took time for me. Loved me. What it meant when
he sat naked by my side right on this bed, and showed me how to make myself
feel good, like a man does. How it felt to tremble inside when his lips
touched mine. When his big ballplayer hand wrapped round my jumping young
cock. How awesome and intense it was to unload all those heavy, blasting
cumloads with him, beside him, under and on him. And best of all, how it
felt when we just hung out together, alone with each other, and talked, and
kissed. Just like this. Like this always, I hoped.

I wrote all of that, and it took awhile to get it all right, and of course
I had to, like, not be so specific with a lot of the best things, because
this was supposed to be for Kelly, and there was no way I could write about
Kelly popping my ass cherry on my 16th birthday with a big jock dick. I
knew I was gonna have to go back and make a bunch of changes to make it
seem like it was for her. But after the better part of an hour, I was done,
with my love letter for my big brother. I read it back to myself, and even
though my spelling wasn't so great, even dumb-jock me knew this was
something pretty fuckin' special.

"How'd you do?" Eric said with that lazy half-grin of his, putting his
phone down as he shuffled back against the headboard, all big and naked and
fuckin' hot.

"`To the one who changed everything,'" I read as I crawled up on my knees
to straddle E's muscled, blond-haired thighs, my cock arcing up as he
grinned up at me.

I read that letter to my big brother, the letter where I poured it all out
for him, every last thing I felt for the one person in this whole world I
loved more than anything, or anyone else. A little awkward, at first, but
getting natural and easy as I warmed up to it, as I really felt all these
words I'd written. Things I probably never could have just, like, said
aloud on my own, It seemed safer to be reading them, like the piece of
paper was a shield or something. Found myself a little surprised, even, at
some of the things I'd said. Saw his eyes widen a few times too, as his
hands slowly, lovingly traced over the big muscles of my thighs, gently up
my sides, making me feel all warm and loved and safe and easy. Like he
always did.

By the end, his eyes were all warm and soft, and as I set down the letter
on the bed, he was curling up to cradle my face in his hands. He looked at
me for a long, quiet moment, then leaned in and kissed me. Real soft, and
nice, and kinda gentle, in ways that made me shiver inside, like they
always had.

"That was so beautiful, baby brother," he murmured, pressing his forehead
to mine. His big hands shifted down to cup the globes of my ass, nudging me
further up his body as his tongue flicked playfully against, and then
between, and then past my lips. I moaned again at the feel of the head of
his cock, all moist with his precum, throbbing warm and wet against the
tight knot of my teenage hole.

"I love you too, little buddy... in all the ways you wrote... and then a
hundred more..." he whispered against my lips, and then he was pressing the
head of his cock more firmly against me, and I was opening up to him, and I
wrapped my forearms round his neck and slid down the length of his cock to
meet him as he pushed on up inside of me.

That's when I knew that even though I was young, and not so smart, and this
would seem all kinds of fucked-up to everyone else in the world, this whole
thing wasn't just a crush for me, not just a little-bro's idol thing. I
really loved my big brother, and damn, it sure as hell seemed like he felt
the same way as me. We shifted and thrust and kissed together, and my big
brother wrote his own love letter to me, inside my body and across my skin,
with his lips and tongue and cock, his spit and sweat and cum, like only he
could.

I turned the letter in to Ms. Hodges after the weekend. Besides some
spelling and punctuation, I never bothered to change a thing about it. I
just titled it "For E", and fuck whatever anybody else thought about
it. That's what being in love's all about, right?

I got an A+.