Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2016 11:55:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Four Twenty

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*****

"Dude, I'm ridiculously excited about this," he grinned as he came in the
door. "Fuck... you're high already, you bastard!"

"Hey man, it's 4/20," I said. "If ever there's a day for a wake and bake,
this is it."

Tim made a rueful face as he closed the door behind him and came into the
living room.

"Yeah, no way I could get away with that, Nicole's got a nose like a god
damn bloodhound," he said, eyes widening as he saw the gravity bong. "Holy
shit, you're not exactly easing your way into the day, are ya?"

"Quit yer yakking and get packing," I said, my hand in the small of his
back, pushing him over to the couch. I had an eighth freshly shredded and
good to go, and he got to work packing the piece with a big, excited
smile. I brought him some water from the kitchen and kicked back beside
him, watching him set to work.

To look at Tim, you wouldn't figure him for a big ol' stoner - he looked
every inch the successful, clean-cut young executive on the rise. And sure,
he didn't smoke nearly as much as he used to, not like our teens and
college days, not like I still did. But he'd taken the day off to come
chill with me and smoke his fucking brains out, watch a bunch of Top Gear
and action movies and Simpsons and eat pizza with me. Me, I called that a
Monday, pretty much. I worked from home, and it was real easy for me to
push my client work back by a day to accommodate some serious bro-time on
this special day.

"That's the fuckin' jam," Tim croaked with a big smile as he slowly exhaled
the lungful of funky smoke, tipping back on the couch, his eyes already
starting to glaze over a little. He looked good, all stubbly-scruffy on his
third day not shaving, shorts tight across his muscular thighs, showing off
the hardness of his long, fur-covered legs. I was thicker than him, all
over, and totally comfortable in a loose old T and some slightly ratty old
jersey shorts. Today was a day for comfort, not style - comfort and
pleasure.

We didn't smoke together as much anymore, not since he'd gotten engaged and
moved up to his new job, but the vibe was immediately familiar and chill. I
knew how things would play out, how alike we were wired, and long
experience told me this was going to be a lot of fun. My brain was already
nice and relaxed, turning naturally to some deeply sexy thoughts, spurred
on by the crisp brown tangle of fur on my big brother's hard athletic
thigh, the lazy way he scratched at his stomach, revealing more fur
foresting the defined bulges of his abs. The way he shot the occasional
sideways look at me, at the thickness of my own big, muscular thighs, the
power of my muscle-dense forearms, the big mound in these old shorts. It
was just a matter of time. It had been like this since the second time we'd
smoked together, when we'd shared a joint out behind the garage one night
back in high school, our giggles turning into amused looks at each other,
which lingered, which became a hungry, horny kiss, which had led to me
shooting my teen load down my hunky big brother's throat. That had
surprised us both, but we'd never stopped. Sometimes cooled it a little,
but it was always there. Especially when we got baked together. Especially
right now.

We had all damn day, so I was in no rush, just loving the buzz and the
bonding and the banter, but when his big warm knee brushed up against mine,
I got a nice, slow, thick rise in my shorts. Looked over at him and saw him
giving me that shit-eating grin he got when he wanted to play. So I reached
over and real lightly trailed my thick fingertips over the skin of his
knee, right along the inside in a slow circle, loving the soft, warm groan
of pleasure he gave me. Let those fingers trail up a little more, under the
hem of his shorts, feeling the thickness of his thigh growing as I packed
the piece one-handed. His hand dropped to his crotch, to massage the
ever-growing tent there, as I tipped him a wink, pulled the smoke through,
then held it in my lungs as I leaned in. He was all red-eyed and smiling
with that mix of eagerness and horniness as I pressed my lips to his real
soft and exhaled, pushing the smoke into his mouth, sharing the funk, then
chasing it with my big, wet tongue. We kissed nice and easy, slow, sloppy,
grunting, shifting our bodies closer as we got into it deeper.

"Hey, you know I fuckin' love you, don't ya, big bro?" I said real soft
between turns at each other's mouths. He grinned, his big hand rubbing the
thickness of my beard along my jaw, sending a nice shiver through me,
turning my big nips into stiff bulletpoints through my T-shirt.

"I fuckin' love you too, baby brother," he said all huskily, then it was
his turn to feed me his tongue, a gift I gratefully accepted as I pulled
him close.

The high helped us take our time as we discarded clothes and came naked to
each other, a big, warm, musky tangle of bodies, limbs, tongues, cocks,
trailing spit and precum all over each other's skin as we took it deep
together. Explored our high with each other the way we liked best. Soft
grunts, murmurs, laughter, loud kissing and panting, the slide of
spit-lubed cocks together as we ground and thrust and made out like the
lovers we'd been for a decade or more now. Secret lovers. Brothers on a
whole other level. I didn't give a shit if he was engaged to Nicole - this
felt too right to ever give up.

The beauty of getting stoned is how it makes every moment stretch and last,
so while it felt like an hour later when he grinned, spread his long,
muscular thighs and opened himself up to my big, stiff, dripping cock, it
was really maybe only half that. But just as sweet, as he clutched tightly
around my thickness, as I slowly sank inside of his hot, tight depths. Eyes
locked, beads of sweat on our foreheads as we came in to kiss slow and
sloppy, as my hips began to find their rhythm, as my cock found its
favorite sanctuary inside of him. It felt like another hour later when I
fucked the cum out of him, his big hands clutching the bulging mass of my
biceps, as I shot and shot hot, thick ribbons of little bro cum deep inside
of him while he frosted our sweating, heaving pecs with his own load. Our
kisses were slower, sweeter in the afterglow, and when he turned on his
side and pulled me up against his back, my big thigh slipping comfortably
over his, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I kissed the
sweat from the back of his neck, stroked his strong pecs, pressed my body
tightly into his, and smiled.

"Dude, fuck," I heard him mutter, and I blinked my eyes open slowly. Looked
at the clock. Chuckled. This time, it really was an hour later.

"We must be getting old, little bro," he grunted, stretching beautifully
against me. "Not like us to fade out like that, so early."

"Nah, big bro," I murmured, lips pressing to his neck as I rubbed the
ridges of his hard, flat stomach. "Just a little recharge, that's all. Now
it's lunchtime, and we're rested and ready for another bowl, some Top
Gear..."

"And maybe another round of this too?" he grinned, turning over to face me,
his hand wrapping round the rubbery, sticky mass of my cock. Then it moved
over my hip as we kissed again, deep and slow, coming to rest on the big,
thick muscle of my ass. I chuckled into his mouth and fed him some more
tongue.

"Maybe so, bro," I said. "But I've got a crazy dose of the munchies. We
better get something to eat first, or I may eat you alive."

"Promises, promises," he chuckled, slapping my ass as he climbed up out of
the bed. "C'mon, kid - you fucked most of the high out of me. Let's fix
that."

I followed his sexy, naked ass back to the living room, watched him pack
another bowl while I ordered pizza. Later on, he'd blow a lungful of that
smoke right up my ass, making me laugh like a fool, before he followed it
with that long, thick piece of big brother cock. I loved getting blazed,
and I loved my brother even more. Celebrating 4/20 with him was the
greatest high of all.