Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 00:45:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Changing Plans

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See, the thing is, once you smoke a bowl, it can go either way. You either
get nice and relaxed and into a chill groove before you head out. Or, you
wind up glued to the couch, into an even more chill groove, and going out
starts to sound like the last thing you want to do. I was right on the
tipping point, myself, at that critical stage where you have to get up off
your ass, or you'll be on it the rest of the night. Seth, though... he was
still in his old jeans and his college sweater. Definitely not in New
Year's Eve party mode. Looking like he wasn't about to get into that mode,
either.

"Honestly, I couldn't give a shit this year, bro," he shrugged. "Same old
people, dancing in the same old circles. Everybody's gonna want to make all
the sympathetic faces about Shauna, and then try and hook me up with the
same old thirsty girls. Who needs it?"

He leaned forward and packed another bowl.

"Besides," he said as he handed it to me, "it's cold as fuck out
there. Can't drive home, `cos the cops are out hunting. And since I'm gonna
be making the mortgage on this fucking place on my own now, gotta start
watching what I spend."

He gave me a level, if bleary-eyed look, and I knew he was done for the
night. I totally saw his logic, and to be honest, I kind of felt like I'd
be going to the damn party out of obligation myself. Life in a smallish
town, you know? The same old people, same old gossip, same old pairing-offs
and splitting-ups. Seth and Shauna was just the latest in that line. And
unless my gaydar was well and truly busted, I knew there wasn't much
prospect of me having anybody to kiss at midnight, much less go home
with. Considering I was doing the post-college thing of crashing back at
home again, my options got narrower and narrower, the more I thought about
it.

The more I thought about it, the more I didn't really want to go out
tonight, either.

"Fuck yeah," Seth grinned, hitting the bowl again. "Bros' night in. Haven't
had one of those in forever. Nice. Well shit, I'm gonna go get
comfy. There's some clean sweats in the laundry. You're gonna stay, right?
So might as well be comfy too, little dude."

I laughed and laughed and laughed when he came wandering back out in an
adult-size onesie with dinosaurs all over it. Partly it was the weed that
had my eyes watering as I doubled over with laughter, but mostly it was
that thing he had on.

"The hell is that?" I sputtered.

"Super comfy is what it is, dude," he grinned, holding his arms out,
turning around like a model on some weird infomercial. "I got it for
Shauna. Like a joke Christmas present. Well, she never got to see it, but
fuck it..."

He looked down at the floor for a second, his stoned grin faltering a
little, and I stopped laughing. Poor dude. She'd really fucked with his
heart. Yeah, he was a good-looking dude, fit, funny. I guess everybody
assumed he'd rebound without any trouble. But I knew my big brother pretty
well, and I knew he was hurting inside.

Seth ambled into the kitchen to get us a couple beers, and I pulled myself
up out of the sofa - yeah, I wasn't going anywhere tonight, and that was
just fine by me - and went over to him. He slid the patio door open a
little to air out some of the weed fog, and I laid my hand on his shoulder,
giving it a good fraternal squeeze.

"Thanks, bud," he smiled at me, reaching up to squeeze my hand briefly.

"I guess that's gotta be pretty comfy, even if it does look dumb as fuck,"
I said, looking him over in the stupid thing. Of course, I couldn't help
but notice that even in the baggy fleece thing, his soccer-honed ass was
still high, tight and just as craveable as I'd always found it.

"Dude, weather like this, it's the next best thing to being naked," he
grinned at me. "Cold outside, but plenty warm inside."

He lowered the zipper a little, showing his firm, bare chest, dusted with
dark hair, and I tried not to stare. I already felt a little weird wearing
his sweats, even more because my cock was real aware they were his, so
close to my skin, my ass, my dick... fuck, I had to lay off on the weed a
minute.

"What... you're naked in that thing?" I said, before I could stop myself.

He didn't look away, out to the dark back yard this time. Held his slitty
eyes on mine. I felt myself blush, and looked away from his strong, quiet
gaze, that smile of his mellow and easy. Feeling him reading me. All the
stuff I kept bottled up inside. About me, about him, about us...

"Yeah... You wanna check it out?" he said, and tugged the zipper lower.

"Dude, I..." I started, suddenly all dry-mouthed despite the beer, but he
just kept lowering the zipper, revealing more of his firm, toned pecs, his
stomach, all dusted with just the right amount of dark, curly hair. Fuck,
he was good-looking. I looked a lot like him, just smoother and a little
thicker-muscled from playing different sports, and I was glad for it.

When he got to the point where the hair on his stomach thickened into the
fur of his bush, I tried to stop him, but I didn't have the words now. I
felt like a deer in the headlights, as he smiled down at himself, at the
base of his cock that was starting to show now... fuck, he's hard, I
thought to myself, and yeah, he was, and there it was, freeing itself from
the inside of the onesie and popping out into the air.

Seth had a big fucking cock. I kind of knew it, had suspected it, tried
mightily to sneak peeks at it growing up. I had one a lot like his. Thick,
girthy, a very solid seven, maybe more. Like me, he was uncut, but not
long-skinned in the first place, so his cock was all unbroken, veiny skin,
flowing down from the flared helmet of his cockhead. High, hard, and as
handsome as the rest of him.

Inside my boxer briefs, inside of Seth's borrowed sweats, my cock went
slowly to full mast. He looked down, saw it growing, despite my feeble
attempt to cover it with my hand, and grinned a little wider. Looked up at
me, a high twinkle in his eyes.

"The weed gets to you like it does me, huh little bro?" he chuckled
easily. Then he reached down and gave his big, handsome cock a slow,
affectionate stroke, the stroke of a man who knows he's got a great dick,
and loves it unconditionally. The same way I felt about mine. Love, and
pride, and respect too. Probably sounds weird to put it like that, but yeah
- respect for your cock.

"Jeez, bro, I..." I started, but he just kept grinning,and shook his head.

"Fuck it, Scotty," he grinned, giving his epic cock another slow, lazy,
proud stroke. "Just nature. Can't be helped, right?"

I shook my head slowly, dry-mouthed, hardly aware I was reaching down to
rub my hand over my own proud, prominent cockbulge. Tenting my big
brother's sweats, like I'd seen him do growing up. One of the thousand
images I'd stored away in the deepest part of my brain.

Seth eased the door closed again, and like I was in a trance, I found
myself falling to my knees in front of him. Eyes laser-locked on his big,
upward-curving cock. Getting a whiff of his natural musk, all manly,
complex, a lot like mine. Just more developed, more rich, somehow. I looked
up at him, and he just kept smiling, his slitty eyes on mine. Reading
me. Knowing what I was going to do even before I did, felt like.

Knowing I would reach out, tentative at first, then in a rush, wrapping my
hand around the hot girth of his big, handsome cock. Knowing I'd look from
it, up to him, eyes all hazy and hungry. Knowing I'd lick my lips without
even realizing it.

Knowing that all he had to do was nod his head, smile that smile, and
murmur simply "Yeah," and I'd be opening wide to swallow his cock. Slowly,
struggling with it, because I'd never sucked on a cock quite as big or
thick as his... but doing it just the same. Inching my way as far down as I
could, wrapping my hand around the rest, and just letting him throb in my
mouth, against my tongue, almost in my throat, if I could just...

Well, not yet, I couldn't. Not without practice. I contented myself with
letting him introduce himself to me, to my slowly slipping tongue, the
gentle suckling motion of my lips and mouth. Acclimating to him. I slowly
pulled back, working my way back up the spit-slicked length of him, and he
moaned deep and low and tangled his fingers in my hair affectionately.  I
swirled my tongue around the thickness of his head, and he groaned and
dropped his head back, both hands now clutching the back of my head. I
couldn't believe I was doing this. After all these years, getting to chow
down on my hot big brother's cock. Getting to taste the richness of his
precum, his manliness. I reached up with one hand, inside the fleecy warmth
of that stupid onesie, and found the hefty hang of his balls. Big balls to
match a big cock. I knew it. We were so much alike. And that meant... yeah,
that groan, the way he shifted his strong soccer-players thighs apart a
little more, fuck yeah. He liked to have his handled as much as I did mine.

I fondled his big balls, gave them a little gentle tug, and then started to
inch my way down his thick shaft again. His hands worked over the back of
my head, both guiding and stroking, and when I looked up at him, he was
staring down at me, mouth hanging open, an intent, sensual look of lust in
his eyes. And love, too. Like he was so grateful for me doing this to
him. For him. I almost felt guilty. But not really. This was making both of
us feel better.

"Suckin' my cock, little bro," he murmured, almost as if he couldn't
believe it either, and when I looked back up and gave him a wink, he
chuckled, low and easy, deep in his athletic chest.

"That all you like to do?" he asked, and I hummed an "uh-uh" around his
cock that had him grunting with pleasure. Then he slowly, reluctantly
backed my slurping lips and tongue off of his cock, but not before I got
the chance to swirl my tongue around the handsome head of it. I looked up
at him, my lips slick with spit, wiping them slowly as we stared quietly at
each other for a moment.

"C'mere," he said, reaching under my armpits and tugging me upright. He
looked down at the huge tent I was throwing in his sweats, and
grinned. Then back up to my face. A long moment passed, the two of us
staring at each other, and then he cupped the back of my head and pulled me
in, and kissed me.

I grunted with surprise as I felt his lips touch mine, then begin to work,
and then instinct took over and I was opening up, feeling his weed-smoky
tongue slide into my mouth with skill and assurance. He grunted back as I
started to kiss him back, taking hold of his waist as his arm slipped half
around me. Then, after a minute, his hand drifted down to cup the bulge of
my ass. I flexed it reflexively in his strong hand, and he grunted again.

"Guess we both thought we'd have nobody to kiss this New Year's Eve, huh
bro?" he grinned when we finally separated, ruffling the back of my head,
looking at me with real warmth and affection. I felt myself blushing. The
idle crush I'd had on my big bro since I was a kid was being seriously
kindled into something much, much bigger now.

Seth took my hand and tugged me back over to the couch, his cock still
curved up hard out of his unzipped onesie, and repacked the bowl. He
offered it to me, and I waved it off, thinking I'd had plenty for now. I
wanted to keep my wits about me a little. He gave me a mock-disapproving
frown and shake of the head as he sparked it, took a deep lungful, then
slipped his arm around my waist, tugged me back to him, and pressed his
lips to my mouth again. I opened up and took the exhaled smoke, my head
spinning a little. Gave it a ten-count, broke the kiss to blow it out, and
then this time it was me pulling his head in to kiss him, asserting myself
hungrily as he grunted first with surprise, then with pleasure.

I slid my hands inside the warmth of the onesie, feeling up the hard-carved
muscles of his trim body. Getting bolder, I slipped my arms around him, my
hands sliding down through the fine patch of fur at the base of his spine,
then down to cup the muscular globes of his soccer-player's ass. Yeah, he
felt as good as I'd imagined he would, and he grunted into my mouth and
flexed them up hard for me, all steely, thick and defined as I growled my
approval back at him. I settled my palms in the deep indents on the sides
of his glutes and stroked my fingers up and down the fur-trimmed edges of
his cleft, feeling him shift his hips and press that big, hard cock of his
more firmly against my own, as he grabbed a double handful of my own ass.

"Damn, bro," I half-panted when we pulled apart again. "I never
thought... I mean, you were always such a..."

"Shhh," he grinned, giving my lips a soft kiss. "Just go with it. I am."

"Fuck," I whispered, giving his flexed-up ass another squeeze. "You got
such a beautiful bod, man, I always thought so..."

"Thanks, little bro," he chuckled, squeezing my ass again. "You're doing
pretty good yourself. Why don't you let me see you too?"

Never in a million years would I have expected to be doing this, not with
him, but I went with it, like he said. He helped push the sweater and
T-shirt underneath up and off, exposing my chest, my nips stiffening in the
open air. I was a little smoother-chested than him, thicker-muscled to his
soccer-jock leanness. He seemed to approve, running his warm hand up my
side to squeeze my pec, the other still holding the thickness of my ass.

"Nice, kid," he murmured. "Made good use of the campus gym, I see."

I was going to say something, but then his hands slid to my hips, his
thumbs hooking inside the waistband of the sweatpants I'd borrowed from
him, one eyebrow arched in invitation as he gave the waistband a light
tug. So together, we tugged them down my long legs, exposing a serious
hardon in my boxer briefs, already wet through where the big tip of my cock
strained against the fabric.

"Yeah, big guy, nice," he murmured, cupping my ass in his hands again and
leaning in to press warm, moist kisses all over my pecs. I slipped my hands
back inside his onesie and ran them up to his shoulders, tugging and
pushing as he shifted his shoulders to help me push the stupid thing off
and down. It slid slowly down his body, a little crackle of static
electricity as the synthetic fleece sparked off on his body hair. Down his
long, well-muscled legs, and then he kicked his feet free of the thing, and
there he was. Naked, so hard, and absolutely spectacular.

I couldn't help but whimper a little as I stroked my hands all over his
tight, hard musculature, leaning in to kiss his chest, across his pecs,
taking one of his big, stiff nips into my mouth and suckling on it as he
growled and cupped the back of my head, pulling it in even closer. Then he
guided my head back up to meet his lips again, and fed me his thick tongue
with a hungry thrust. All the while, his hands worked busily on my boxer
briefs, freeing me to be naked with him, my own cock finally snapping out,
as thick, hard and curved as his. He cupped my big glutes in his hands and
pulled me tight against him again, as he devoured my mouth, and we both
growled at the sensation of our thick brother cocks mashing together, then
hunching against each other.

"I never... I mean, not one this big," I murmured as I lay back on his
couch, him looming over me with that sexy grin, his handsome face looking
fascinated and eager and so into this, me, us. I wrapped my hand as best I
could around our pressed-together cocks, adding a second one to really
amplify the feeling, as he thrust his against me.

"`S'okay, bro," he murmured, leaning in to buzz my lips with his. "We don't
have to. Just being with you, man... fuck, so good..."

I sucked on his tongue as he reached over to the coffee table, tugging the
drawer on it open, his hand searching blindly around the junk in
there. Then he came up with a bottle of lube, and I had to laugh, picturing
him sprawled out on the couch here on his own, jacking his big fucking cock
to porn on his big-screen TV. Laughed, and felt my cock pulse. He chuckled
with me, giving me a wink and a shit-eating grin, and then I was treated to
the sight of him drizzling a stream of the stuff all over that big,
handsome cock of his. Then he grinned some more, looked me in the eye, gave
me another wink, and slicked mine up too. When he took both our cocks, one
in each hand, and stroked the lube all over them, I had to grip onto the
couch cushions, my toes curling at the sensation.

"Fuck yeah, little bro," he murmured, then slid back on top of me, his cock
grinding all slick along the length of mine as he came for me, mouth open
and tongue ready to slide on into mine. It was warmly received.

We grunted, whispered, moaned, panted, the slick squishing sounds of our
cocks rocking together sounding so lewd and intense. I clutched onto the
big, hard muscles of his sexy ass, and that just seemed to spur him on, as
he frotted even harder up against me. Telling me what a hot kid I was, what
a hot man I was becoming. How he'd wondered about me, his big brother's
sixth sense about my sexuality. How glad he was to know, now. So fucking
intense, all of it, floating on the cloud of our high, our manly young
scents washing over me, the sounds of our panting rut filling the air
around us both. And in the middle of it all, his eyes, deep and intense,
locked onto mine. His beautifully muscled body flexing and driving. God, he
must look amazing when he fucked. I'd love to watch him at it
sometime. Love even more to be the lucky one on the receiving end. Who
knew? The night was still young...

I guess he could read my face like a book, because he knew when I was ready
to shoot. He grinned and intensified his fuckthrusts against my cock, his
muscled ass flexing harder, deeper under my squeezing hands.

"You ready to cum with me, lil bro?" he panted, and all I could do was moan
and nod eagerly.

"Then let's do it, Scotty," he murmured, wrapping his arms around and under
my torso, coming in real close. "See out this fucked-up year the right way,
huh little brother?"

"Ah bro," I moaned, and fastened my mouth onto his, our tongues lashing and
licking, as I whimpered and he grunted, and then we were coming. I could
feel the hot, heavy, flowing slickness of it, all over the muscles of our
stomachs, adding an extra slick dimension to our heated thrusting as our
balls emptied themselves between us, together. His perfect ass clenched up
hard in my hands, and when it slowly relaxed, his body spreading all over
me like a warm blanket, I felt incredibly complete for maybe the first time
in my life.

I didn't know what to expect in those post-cum moments. I'd been with one
or two dudes back in college who got kind of cold, distant, weirded-out
about what we'd just enjoyed together. Seth's head rested on my shoulder
for a long moment, and when I tentatively stroked my hands up from his ass,
up the tight muscles of his back, then back down again, he sighed deeply,
turned his head, and grinned at me. Pecked me on the lips.

"That was fuckin' great, Scotty," he smiled. "Thanks, little bro."

"Shit, dude," I grinned back. "Thank you. That was wild, man. I never
figured..."

"Guess you never know `til it happens, do you, bro?" he said, then kissed
me again. A little slower, deeper this time, his tongue flicking lightly
between my lips, inviting me to join him in it. And I did, grateful and
eager.

He looked hilariously hot as he stood, his big cock all rubbery and shiny
with cum and lube, hanging heavy, his hair all mussed up, nothing but
woolen socks on as he packed the bowl and sparked it up.

"Fuck yeah," he murmured, exhaling, then passed it to me to hit. I watched
his sexy soccer-jock ass flex and shift as he wandered into the bathroom,
coming back a minute later with a couple of warm, damp washcloths to clean
ourselves up with.

I went to pull my boxer briefs back on, but he just shook his head.

"Forget `em, dude," he grinned. "Let's just be real comfy, yeah?"

He pulled that dumb onesie of his back on and zipped it most of the way up,
as I shrugged, chuckled, and tugged his sweatpants up and on. He was right
- this was the absolute comfiest I could ever imagine being.

So we ordered in a pizza, drank a few more beers, and put a big dent in the
quarter-ounce on his coffee table. It felt amazing to see in the new year
resting up against his warm, fleece-clad body, his arm round my neck,
casually playing with my chest. When the countdown came on TV, he grinned
at me, and we kissed as the year rolled over into a whole new one, long and
deep and wet, loving and intense all at once.

"Gonna be a great year, Scotty," he smiled, ruffling my hair.

"Already off to one hell of a start, bro," I grinned back, as he pulled me
back in to explore my mouth some more. Both our cocks were firming up in
our comfy clothes all over again, and before too long, I got to find out
for sure whether I could take that thick, handsome big-brother cock up the
tightness of my ass.

A great start to a new year together, indeed.