Page 73 of The Upside of Falling
Rory
Dear Rory,
This paper is unreal. You didn’t have to get me letterhead with an embossed airplane at the top, but fuck if I don’t like it. Thank you for the gift, and I couldn’t agree more. Writing letters gives me something to look forward to in between our visits, especially on weekends like last weekend when I couldn’t be with you.
I’m sorry.
I will tell you this, though. When Hardie saw the paper I was writing on tonight (he’s become used to the quiet I need when writing you) he had freaking stars in his eyes and asked where I got it. I told him it was a gift from you, and do you know what he said after that?
He told me I better not fuck up anything with you, because if I was willing to let someone go who bought me such “beautiful” paper then I was an idiot.
I couldn’t agree more.
I also made a mental note to ask you where you bought it, because it seems like Hardie might be itching for some.
Thanks again. I love you.
Colby
Dear Colby,
Remember how you had Martin Luther King Jr. Day off? Remember how we went to the movies and watched three movies, refilled on popcorn multiple times even though you said you couldn’t eat anymore? And remember how we sat in the far back and made out for the entire second movie? Remember how your hands started to wander a little . . .
I think about it all the time, and I’m wondering, with Presidents’ Day fast approaching, and furniture sales taking up all the ads on the radio and TV, if you’ll be up for movie going part two? But this time, instead of going to the movies, we hang out at my place. And instead of watching movies, you perform some kind of sexy striptease for me? And since I’m ranked general and all, your little cadet ass better salute me while you’re stripping.
See what I did there? I know you’re not rolling your eyes at me. I know you’re laughing and wishing you were standing in front of me, penis at full salute, waiting to be told what to do . . . right?
So basically, I just need to know if you’re up for a sex-a-thon this coming Presidents’ Day weekend? What better way to honor the men who have led our country than by fucking for our freedom?
Too much?
How about Porking for Presidents?
Let me know what you like better, and I’ll make us matching shirts with the date and slogan on them.
I know how much you like matching shirts. (wiggles eyebrows at you)
I love you . . . and I miss you.
Rory
Dear Rory,
Okay, I’m going to admit it. You broke me.
It’s Wednesday night, two days after Plonking for POTUS 2018, and I still have a sore back. I know you thought it was funny at first when I had a spasm during hour forty-eight of mission full-on nudity, but I’m still feeling it. I was doing pushups during PT and could barely get my body up and down.
I blame you and your idea to try to conduct acrobatic tricks while having sex.
I give you the upper hand one time and look what happens. I threw my back out.
And the picture of your naked tits that you texted me earlier to “help me feel better” did nothing but stir my cock and make me horny as fuck. What did I tell you about naked pics, Rory? I can’t do anything with them here. I’m not about to jack off with Hardie next to me or in the showers with everyone showering next to me.
Do you send them to torture me?
Because it’s working.
Consider me tortured. I’m at your mercy. Please stop taunting me with your gorgeous tits. Save them for the weekends when I can fully enjoy licking and plucking your nipples with my mouth.
