Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 13:55:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Special Case

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*****

The fact that Chase had managed to stay a virgin until 21 was kind of
surprising, at least to me. He was a linebacker on his high school football
team and then again at A&M, and if you asked me, I thought he was
good-looking, with a great body if you dug the bearish look. But he was
hopelessly awkward around women, around most people in general, in
fact. Very shy and not super-confident for such a big guy, especially such
a hard-hitting athlete, but hey, it takes all kinds, right?

I was one of the few people he'd open up to, particularly after a
half-dozen Solo cups of beer, like he'd drunk at the big party they threw
for his 21st. There was a ton of people there, his teammates from high
school and the ones who could make it up from Texas, and like any party
where there's footballers, there were girls. Lots of them. I gave him a
gentle nudge with my elbow as we scoped them out together. I personally
wasn't looking for one - I had my eye on most of his ballplayer buds, and
he knew that, and was cool with it, which was awesome. But it really didn't
seem like he was, either.

We wound up wandering around the big property, just talking. I was trying
to bring him out of his shell, get him to loosen up and show everyone else
the fun, goofy side of him that it seemed like only I knew. And when I
asked again if there wasn't anybody he was interested in, he just shrugged,
blushed.

"Not any of those girls," he murmured, avoiding my eye.

"Have you ever, you know..." I began, and he just blushed harder, looked
away. We'd reached the fenceline, and he leaned on it, a big mass of
shaggy-haired football beef, muscled and well-padded and definitely
good-looking now, damn handsome in fact, staring off into the
distance. Finally, he shook his head.

"Oh," I said, surprised, but not wanting to embarrass him or make a big
deal of it. "OK, huh. Well... I mean, did you get religion or something at
school? You saving it for marriage, big guy?"

He heard the gentle kidding in my tone and grinned at me, and he was
endearing as hell. I could've kissed him right there and then. I'd thought
about doing that a lot, over the years, but dismissed it as just a weird
impulse. He was like the polar opposite of my regular type - I liked the
shorter, more classically jockish dudes, guys like me. But Chase was kind
of a special case.

"Naw," he said in that deep bass voice of his. "Just... never really
interested in many people. Maybe one in particular, but there's no way it
could ever happen, so... I dunno, man."

"Shit, man," I said, laying my hand on that big beefy shoulder and giving
it a squeeze. "Don't say that, bro - maybe it might be a possibility,
you're just shooting yourself down in advance."

He stayed quiet, but I could tell he was on the verge of saying something,
his throat working like the words were all caught up in there. His eyes
were damp when he finally turned and looked at me, and the naked need and
yearning in them was stunning.

"You, Tobes," he finally said, his voice thick and choked with tears. "Just
you, little bro."

He moved quick for such a big dude, and was making a run for the house when
I grabbed his shoulder and turned him back to me. Tears streamed down his
blushing face, and my heart just about broke for him. I held onto those
big, beefy-muscled arms of his and we just looked at each other. I didn't
know what to say, my heart just ached for my big sweetheart of a big
brother, and so I just stood up on the balls of my feet and kissed
him. Right there, way down in the back of the big yard, the party for him a
million miles away.

At first he was shocked, frozen, like he didn't know what to do, so I
showed him. Moving my lips against his, angling my head, changing up the
way our lips touched, pressed, moved together. Introduced my tongue to his
mouth as I pressed into him, hearing the soft, surprised moan deep in his
barrel chest as he grabbed me bodily to him, and began kissing me back. And
for such an inexperienced dude, fuck, he was a natural. My cock was raging
in my shorts when we came up for air, as he stared at me, mouth working but
no words yet, his big hands rubbing me, squeezing me, like he was making
sure that I was really here, that he wasn't dreaming all this. I grinned at
him, took his big paw, and tugged him back to the fenceline, towards the
woods beyond.

"C'mon, big bro," I grinned. "Let's go to our old hangout spot. I've got a
present for you, big man."

The little copse of trees was where we'd played a thousand boy games
growing up, made-up adventures of all kinds. But this adventure was the
best yet, and very real, as I stripped out of my t-shirt and shorts, my
athletic, mostly smooth college sophomore body very different to his. He
stiffened when I reached for his shirt, pushing it up the swell of his
strong, rounded belly, up over his thick meaty pecs, all dusted with the
thick dark fur he'd been ashamed of since his adolescence. He grunted in
surprise when I ran my hands over his warm skin and kissed his big pecs,
pressing myself into him so he could feel how ragingly hard I was. And when
I pushed his shorts down, I saw his boxer briefs were swollen with hard,
leaking cock, leaking precum clear through the stretched cotton.

He took to this like a natural too, letting me ride him in our childhood
secret place, his hard footballer cock embedded deep in my muscular ass. I
showed him how he could really pleasure someone, how much I loved him, how
sexy he really was, and he fucked me again and again and again that night,
in gratitude, in love, in the best act of brother bonding there can
be. Later, as I leaned back against his big chest, his huge strong thighs
rubbing up and down along mine as we leaned against an old fallen tree,
kissing long, soft and deep, he ran his hands over me again, like he still
couldn't believe he was feeling this. Feeling me. Realizing his secret
dream, of being with his bro.

After midnight, down in his room in the basement, I got my chance to sink
into him, my big hard younger cock slowly breaching his cherry, hairy hole,
my hands kneading that big, muscled ass. His body looked and felt
incredibly sexy to me, all plush and yet steely, the padding giving his big
muscles beautiful heft and a kind of softness that felt amazing as I dug my
fingers into his skin. And my cock throbbed inside him as I took my big
brother's cherry, showing him what he'd been missing all this time, and
what he had to look forward to every time he came home from now on.