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Eric and Milo: A Learning Experience

By Green

Eric Thompson walked down the street towards his house; shoulders slumped down low, hands in his pockets, the very definition of 'dejected'. Everything around him bummed him out at this moment in time, even the setting sun depressed him as he'd been expecting to come home much later that night. Eric, a German shepherd of 20, had been looking forward to tonight for weeks, only to have the actual day crush his spirits. He opened the door to his home, finding it unlocked, and quietly slipped inside. It was a Friday, so his father would be out in the weekly poker game with his friends, and his mother was probably working late to finish crunching the weekly numbers. Eric was fine with that, he didn't want to deal with anyone right now, just to go to his room and sulk, maybe have a nap. Glancing into the living room, he saw one of his two siblings, his sister Anne. At 18, she was the middle child between two boys, so she'd grown a somewhat forceful personality to deal with being outnumbered. If she'd seen him, she'd surely have smothered him in questions as to why he was home so early. Fortunately for Eric, she was watching TV and talking on the phone to a friend, something which totally absorbed her. He made his way past the room completely unnoticed and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked downstairs to his basement bedroom. Anne could quite frequently be found on the couch, so he'd anticipated her presence there as one of the few things that stood between him and the solitude he sought. As he opened his door and stepped inside, he reasonably assumed he was home free.

He was wrong.

He froze as he took in the sight before him. His other sibling, his brother Milo, was sitting on the very bed Eric had been planning to nap in, completely naked, a pillow between his furry back and the cold wall, gripping his erection and pumping it with his fist as hard and as fast as he could. He hadn't noticed Eric's entry because his eyes were screwed shut and he appeared to be listening to his mp3 player, but soon enough he opened them for a moment, realized his accidental exhibitionism, and yelped like a puppy, grabbing a pillow and holding it in front of his groin as he yanked the headphones off. From the sheer terror on his face, it almost seemed like he was having a panic attack.

"Oh - Oh holy fuck, Eric! I'm - I'm so sorry! I - I - Please! Don't - I mean..."

Maybe it was because he'd had such a shitty day, but Eric found he didn't have the energy to muster up the rage that would ordinarily have arisen if he'd found his little brother masturbating in his room. He held up his hands, palms out.

"Relax, Milo. I'm not gonna kill you."

As he moved away from the door, he stepped over a neatly folded pile of his brother's clothes, and noted a box of Kleenex directly beside the younger dog on his own bedside table, a box that had not previously been there. He sat down on the foot of his bed, keeping as much distance between himself and his naked relative as possible. He took a deep breath and started the obvious conversation.

"Okay, Milo, why are you whacking off in my room?"

The 17-year-old shepherd blurted out what was obviously the first thing that popped into his head.

"Because you said you'd be gone all night so I thought I'd be alone!"

Despite himself, Eric chuckled at that.

"Okay, that's a pretty good reason, but why in my room? What's wrong with your room or the bathroom?"

His already miserable brother looked close to tears.

"I... I don't wanna say."

Eric gave him a look.

"I'm afraid you kind of have to, or I'm totally going to tell Anne about this."

"Oh God, no! She'll never let me forget it!"

Milo shuddered, hiding his face in his hands and whining softly. He was the youngest of the three siblings, but he was also the smallest in terms of personality. Anne liked to joke that 'Milo Thompson' was listed in the dictionary as an antonym of 'outgoing'. He'd always been scrawny, the 'runt of the litter', their not-quite-PC grandmother had been fond of saying, not to mention shy, and he only really relaxed around his family... though never before to the extent of whacking off in someone else's room.

"Come on, Milo, I just wanna know what's up. It's me, man. If you don't want me to tell anyone else then I won't."

That clearly helped, as he was able to look at his older brother again. Milo and Eric and been close for their entire lives. Eric was just old enough to remember all the excitement when Milo had been born, and he'd been protective of his brother ever since. They had discussed things they couldn't tell anybody else. Not their best friends, not their sister, not even their parents. Considering their Dad had been cool about answering all their sex questions when they were going through puberty, that meant a lot. Now Milo looked up at his brother, clearly embarrassed.

"Okay. I'm in here because... because I wanted to be closer to you. I've always wanted to be more like you, Eric, but the past couple of months, something... different's happened. I had a dream a couple weeks ago..."

He trailed off, wringing his hands against the pillow that hid his shame. Eric tried to look encouraging.

"It's okay, man."

Milo took a deep breath and continued.

"I dreamt about you and me... we were in the woods, and we didn't have any clothes on, and we - we..."

He trailed off again, but Eric, who was genuinely shocked, didn't need him to finish. Milo looked up at him, sorrow in his eyes.

"I - I'm sorry, Eric."

Normally, Eric would have automatically responded with 'it's okay', but he was still stunned. Milo continued.

"I don't understand it. I thought it meant that I was gay or bi or something, but I still think about girls all the time, you know? They still turn me on. So I looked at gay porn on the net to, like, test myself, and it was nasty. But I keep thinking about that dream. I - I've never felt those things for another guy before, never... except for you. I... I'm not sure why I did this, it's just I thought if I did it here, I would feel the way you did when you do it, like I would feel closer to you somehow. And when I heard you were going to be out all night - hey, why are you home? I thought you had a date."

For a moment there, Milo almost seemed to forget that he was naked, and the question allowed Eric to come back to reality.

"Ehh, that didn't go so well. Turns out Christina also had a date with Lucas Bishop, and forgot about it. She decided to go with him over me."

Listening to his brother's problem seemed to help Milo forget his own. He sounded like himself again.

"Dude, that sucks. Who's Lucas Bishop?"

"He's the Doberman that used to pick on the younger kids back in elementary school."

"Oh yeah, I remember you talking about that guy. Man, why would she pick a douchebag like that over you? You're smart, you're funny, you're handsome-"

That thought brought him back to the present, and he looked humiliated again, looking away and whimpering.

"I'm sorry, Eric, I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Please don't hate me."

Eric went with his instincts, unsure of where he was going.

"It's okay, man. You had a sex dream about me, that doesn't make you some kind of freak."

"B-but-"

"But nothing. Hey, I'm surprised, but I'm not offended. You're my little brother. It would take a lot to make me hate you."

There was a pause, and then Eric realized where his instincts were leading him. He was surprised to discover these feelings inside himself, just as if not more surprised than when he'd learned about Milo's dream... but he was also excited.

"Milo, let me ask you something. The way you were pounding it when I walked in... is that how you always beat off?"

Now Milo looked embarrassed and confused.

"Uhh, yeah. Why?"

"Because you're doing it all wrong, it can feel way better than that."

He swallowed, mouth dry, heart pumping faster.

"Do... do you want me to show you?"

Milo looked up at him, almost as shocked as when he'd realized Eric was there in the first place.

"What?"

"It's no big deal, I could show you if you wanted."

As he spoke, he pulled his legs onto the bed and moved closer to his brother.

"Eric, if we did that, wouldn't that mean we're gay?"

The older dog snorted in amusement.

"In those dreams you had, did you want to go out with me? See a movie, go to dinner, you know... Date me."

Milo looked even more confused, and possibly even offended.

"No."

"Did you want me to be your boyfriend?"

"No! Dude, I-"

"Did you want us to move to Massachusetts and get married? Live as husband and husband?"

"No, man! No! You're my brother, even if one of us was a chick that would be weird!"

"How about now, do you feel any of that right now?"

Milo was getting upset.

"No, Eric! What the hell are you getting at?!"

Eric reached over and placed his hand on the pillow that covered Milo's lap.

"You still like girls. You don't like any other guys. And you don't feel anything romantic towards me. And trust me. I'm the same on all of those counts. You know what that means? Sex is important to you, and you just wanna share an important part of your life with me. And, uh, I wanna share it with you, too."

Milo looked away, considering his brother's words.

"This isn't the first contact between two gay guys, this is a straight guy trying to make his brother feel good."

The younger shepherd considered this, his doubts visibly lessening.

"But we're still both guys, Eric, that's not straight..."

"So? There's no law that says you can't be attracted to girls and just one guy. You think I'm gay, Milo?"

"No..."

"I wouldn't do this for any other dude in the world, Milo. It's okay because it's you, understand? You won't magically become gay if you let a guy touch you. I just want to help you, buddy."

By this point, both brothers were blushing.

"I just want to make you feel good."

Milo looked as if he'd figured out the secret of life, he was astonished and energized.

"You're right. It doesn't matter if we, uh, do this. We could - we could even fuck and it wouldn't change the way I feel about girls... You said it yourself, Eric..."

He released his white-knuckle grip on the pillow.

"...It's all right if it's you."

Eric slowly, gently pulled the pillow away and set it aside, looking down at his brother's bare crotch for the second time that day, the second time in more than a decade. Milo had been going at it fairly fiercely before he'd arrived, so despite the shocking intrusion, he was still at half-mast. Glancing up at his brother's face, Eric saw that he was barely able to make eye contact, blushing and grinning shyly.

"Lie down."

As Eric moved out of the way, Milo scootched down the bed, moving the pillow he'd been leaning on so he could rest his head on it, arms and legs bent slightly, tail between his legs in embarrassment. His hands gripped each other on his stomach, clearly fighting the urge to cover himself. Eric glanced up at Milo and took a deep breath to steady himself. Then he slowly reached forward and took his brother's penis in hand, feeling the younger shepherd shiver as he did so. Once he'd actually taken that step, he found it easier to keep going, gently massaging Milo's shaft with his fingertips, until he was completely hard. He was a little smaller than his older brother, though obviously Eric didn't mention this.

"You bring some lube?"

Again without saying a word, Milo brought up a tub of Vaseline that Eric hadn't seen behind the Kleenex box. Nodding his thanks, he pulled out a glob, getting his palm nice and slick, and began stroking his brother, who let out a sigh and shivered.

"You were holding it too tight, that can be bad for you, make it harder to enjoy real sex. And don't go that fast, it feels better with slower strokes, see?"

Milo still remained silent, but a smile was forming on his blushing face, and as Eric continued running his hands from one end of the other dog's manhood to the other, he could see his brother start to relax, sinking against the bed, releasing the tension, his tail beginning to wag as much as it could against the bed.

"You see? I just wanna make you feel good."

Milo closed his eyes and bit his lip, muffling the ecstatic moan his brother had coaxed out of him. Soon he began to thrust his hips against Eric's downstrokes, tongue hanging out, panting for all he was worth. Eric suspected by using the slow strokes, he'd helped his brother last longer than he'd been able to on his own, with that deathgrip. A few minutes after they'd started, Milo spoke for the first time.

"Jesus, Eric... I didn't know it felt so good... when someone else did it."

As he spoke, a drop of pre formed on the tip of his penis, getting massaged into the skin as Eric's hand came to smear it. The tension seemed completely gone, he was just enjoying these powerful new sensations. But he'd gotten pretty close before he was interrupted, so even with the cooldown time, even with this new technique, it didn't take much longer before he started shuddering, his breath coming hard and fast.

"I - I'm coming, Eric!"

"You see, this is when you start going faster, get as much pleasure out of yourself as you can."

He increased his speed until he was pumping his brother almost as fast as he'd been doing to himself. Not knowing what to do with his hands, the writhing shepherd grabbed onto his head and let out a long groan. Eric stared with more interest than he'd been expecting as Milo ejaculated in his hand, his spasming member ejecting its hot cream onto his stomach, and onto his older brother's hand, spreading into his fur. He kept pumping and pumping, dragging it out as long as he could, while Milo's entire body trembled and squirmed. Eventually, he sank back down to the bed, quietly moaning, trying to get his breathing under control. After teasing him with a few extra strokes in this time of extreme sensitivity, Eric released Milo's penis, already going soft, and grabbed the towel he kept at the foot of his bed, ridding his hand of the Vaseline and his brother's semen.

When Milo had sufficiently recovered his senses, the first thing he did was place his hands over his face and let out a self-conscious groan. Eric was immediately concerned. He had tried to play it cool, like he gave masturbation lessons all the time, but obviously he'd never given a handjob to anyone but himself before.

"What's the matter, did I hurt you?"

Milo peeked between two of his fingers and shook his head.

"No, it's just... nobody's ever seen me come before. I'm kind of embarrassed."

"Don't be. I'm the only one here, and I'm not bugged by it. Remember the vacation to Mexico?"

"Don't say it, man."

"You drank the water and got Montezuma's revenge."

"Seriously, dude."

"You shat your pants in front of the entire tour group!"

"Goddamn it, Eric."

"Now that's something to be embarrassed about!"

Milo punched him in the shoulder, and they were brothers again. Milo realized he was covered in come, and reached over to the Kleenex box. Eric shook his head.

"No, dude, don't use that stuff. Someone sees a garbage can full of Kleenex in a guy's room, they know what he's been doing. I use this."

He held up the towel, then began to clean up the mess on his brother's chest, much to Milo's chagrin.

"Just wipe yourself off with a towel. The come will dry on it and anyone who sees it will just see a towel. Just make sure you don't confuse it for the towel you use to dry yourself off, and for God's sake, make sure you put it in the laundry and use a new one every once in a while, before the dried jizz gets all nasty and forms a miniature civilization."

Milo nodded, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

"...Thanks, Eric. I mean that."

"No problem, little brother."

Eric started to get up, but felt a hand on his thigh. Milo looked up at him shyly.

"...Want to help me practice?"

"Wh-what?"

"I wanna pay you back, Eric."

Milo slid his hand up his brother's leg, and Eric only then realized that he was harder than hell, creating a bulge in his pants. He wordlessly nodded, then stood up and started taking off his clothes, almost as self-conscious as the first time he'd been with a girl, which truthfully wasn't that long ago. When he was completely naked, he stood there a moment, shivering as he felt his brother's eyes run up and down his body, lingering on his erection. Milo moved out of the way, and Eric awkwardly lay down, realizing it wasn't so easy to not be embarrassed in this situation. He felt his pulse begin to speed up as his younger brother, still naked as a jaybird, crawled up next to him and gently wrapped his fingers around his hard-on.

For a moment, Milo just let his hand sit there, perhaps getting used to the idea more than the sensation. Then he slowly, softly, started running his hand up and down his brother's shaft. Eric had had sex, if only twice, and received a handful of blowjobs, but he'd never been given a handjob before, and he was surprised at how right Milo had been, that although the actual movements felt the same, it just felt so much better when someone else was doing it. Milo was obviously trying to put what he'd learned to use, his grip was actually a little loose, and he kept getting overexcited and speeding up his strokes, only to slow back down again a few seconds later. Actually, Eric was quite enjoying the varied pace, and made a mental note to mention it afterward. Just as Milo had done before him, he finally relaxed, stretching out and letting his body go limp, closing his eyes so that all he felt was the pleasure. He opened them again shortly after, when Milo used his other hand to cup Eric's scrotum, improvising. Eric usually wasn't big on playing with his balls, content to just leave them be. But he wasn't about to tell Milo to stop, it did feel good, and besides, this was supposed to be laid-back, as few restrictions as possible. There was also something incredibly thrilling to him about the fact that the person who was fluttering their fingers over his rod was his beloved little brother, who even now kept glancing down at Eric's face, clearly looking for approval.

"Is... is this okay, Eric?"

It was hard for him to speak with the feelings that were building up within him.

"You're doing fine, this feels... so good."

He felt his own tail twitching behind him, trying its best to wag but trapped between his body and the bed. As Milo continued to stroke his manhood and knead and massage his testicles, Eric shuddered. He'd never imagined he could feel this good at the hands of another male, never imagined that he'd want to. As Eric continued to race towards the brink, he managed to gasp out a reminder to his brother.

"N-now, Milo! F-faster!"

A few seconds after his sibling started pumping him faster and harder, he passed the point of no return, hips thrusting forward, body going rigid, letting out a long moan as his orgasm overwhelmed him, spurting all over his chest and stomach. His climax seemed to be lasting longer than when he masturbated himself, but he was far from the state of mind necessary to analyze this fact. If it bothered Milo when his brother's come landed on his hand, he didn't show it, continuing to milk Eric's twitching penis until he fell to the mattress with a heavy sigh, completely spent. The older dog lay there, breathing hard and trying to stop the room from spinning, for a few more moments, and when he finally regained his senses, Milo was wiping him down with the other side of the familiar towel. His legs still felt weak from that astonishing release, so he was grateful that he wouldn't have to get up to clean himself off. When he was done, Milo tossed the towel to the floor and lay down on his side, facing the brother with whom he'd shared this experience. Eric wasn't sure if he could stand or not, but he turned himself to face Milo, tired grin on his face. The younger sibling spoke first.

"You're probably gonna want to wash that soon, Eric, you sure came a lot."

He shrugged.

"I've been holding off on beating it for a few days, thought I'd be getting lucky with Christina tonight."

"Oh. Hey Eric? ...Thanks."

"Thank you for going along with it, dude."

A few seconds passed in silence as the brothers simply lay there, looking at each other, before Eric acted on impulse, gently taking hold of his sibling's face and leaning in towards his mouth. To his surprise, Milo forcefully grabbed his hands and shoved them away.

"No, Eric! Knock it off!"

"Wh-what's wrong? It's not like it's any worse than what we just did!"

"I know, it's just..."

Milo looked away.

"We're just fooling around, y'know? I've never kissed anybody before, and I want the first time to be with somebody I, uh, actually care about."

Eric understood, but he was still Milo's brother, and decided to play with him a little.

"So what, I'm just a piece of meat for you to use?"

Milo looked up, embarrassment in his eyes until he saw the smirk on Eric's face, which was quickly mirrored on his own.

"Shut up, dude, you know I love you. You're just not dating material."

He crossed his arms in mock seriousness, turning his nose up haughtily.

"Besides, if you think I'd kiss someone who has such awful breath, you're dreadfully mistaken."

He received a light punch in the shoulder and they both laughed. Eric nodded to the pile of clothes on the floor.

"You better get dressed, dinner's gonna be ready soon. We don't want anyone drawing the wrong conclusions, now do we?"

And with that, the two of them put their clothes on and left the room, joking and kidding around as if none of it had ever happened.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, apart from Milo spilling gravy all over his pants, much to Anne and Eric's amusement. The next day was a Saturday, and apart from it raining heavily, it went fairly ordinarily; their father went to work to take care of a mechanical problem that needed managerial attention, their mother stayed home and did Sudoku puzzles most of the morning while watching TV shows she'd Tivo'd during the week, and Anne monopolized the living room with a laptop on the couch, a phone to her ear, and an iron grip on the other TV's remote. Not really feeling like going out, Eric stayed down in his room, playing online flash games, sending emails, hanging out in his favourite forums, and of course, thinking non-stop about what had happened between him and Milo the previous night. He hadn't seen Milo that day, he'd assumed his brother was off at a friend's house, but Anne had informed him (in between phone calls) that their younger sibling had not left his room since he returned from his shower, before Eric woke up. Milo was shy in public, but this wasn't like him. Was he embarrassed about what had happened? Was he ashamed? Now, Eric realized he had been staring blankly at a webcomic for five minutes without remembering any of it and decided to go confront his little brother, try to comfort him. He made his way to the upper floor, where his parents' bedroom sat in between Anne's and Milo's. He now knocked on his brother's door, swallowing to try to dislodge the lump in his throat.

"Milo? It's me. Can we talk?"

There was a moment of silence, then,

"It's unlocked."

The larger shepherd walked in, locking the door behind him. Milo sat on his bed, leaning against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest, face turned away. He was dressed in cargo shorts and his "Push button, Receive bacon" T-shirt. Eric sat down on the foot of the bed, feet hanging off the side. The elder male broke the silence first.

"Anne tells me you haven't left your room all day."

"Yeah."

"It's about... yesterday, isn't it?"

Milo looked up at his brother, a surprisingly calm expression on his face.

"Yeah, it was. Since I woke up, I couldn't stop thinking about it. You know, wondering if we made a mistake and all that. But the more I think about it, the more I realize I'm not feeling guilty. We didn't do anything wrong, Eric."

"That's right, we didn't."

"What we choose to do with each other is our business. I just have two questions."

"Ask away, Milo."

"Okay, first, can we keep it a secret? I... it feels so good, but I'd rather the school not know I'm fooling around with my brother."

"No problem, I feel the same way."

"Right. And the second question... Can we keep doing it?"

Eric felt his heart begin to beat faster, felt a smile form on his face as he responded.

"Sure we can."

He moved up the bed and extended a hand towards his brother's shorts. But Milo wasn't done speaking yet.

"Hey Eric? Not that yesterday wasn't awesome or anything, and I'm sure we'll do that again, but I was thinking... if I suck you off, will you suck me off?"

The younger dog dared to make eye contact with his brother, the tail wagging behind him betraying his excitement. Eric could see lust and excitement burning in those eyes, matching the feelings suddenly flowing through his own body. Unable to put his feelings into words, he nodded, his smile widening. He watched his brother slide off the bed, grinning sheepishly. Milo slid his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bed, before walking forward on his knees and gingerly reaching up between his brother's legs. To make it easier for him, Eric scootched forward until he was just barely sitting on the bed, leaned back, and spread his legs. Milo undid his brother's belt and lowered his fly, tugging the jeans off his legs (with a little assistance from Eric, who lifted his butt and helped get his tail through the hole in the back). Then, he pulled Eric's boxers down, moved forward a little more, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, leaned forward towards his older brother's genitals. Being a dog, he gave them a quick sniff, then gave Eric's prick a single exploratory lick, which sent shivers down both of their spines.

Seeing that the world didn't end when he licked his brother's junk, Milo became emboldened and cut to the chase, taking Eric's fattening penis into his mouth. Eric's breath rushed out in a hiss as he felt Milo's soft tongue rubbing along the sensitive underside of his shaft. In barely any time at all he was fully hard, and Milo began to bob his head along his brother's manhood. It was obvious to Eric that Milo was just mimicking what he'd seen girls do in porno, that he had no idea how to give head (not that he could fault him for that, he wasn't exactly a blowjob master either). He was just bobbing his head, taking some of Eric's erection into his mouth and then removing all but the tip, while rubbing at random with his tongue. It wasn't the best oral Eric had ever received, but it was better than he'd been expecting, especially from his own brother. He looked down and saw that Milo had removed his shorts, and was now stroking his own rod.

"Hey, knock that off."

Milo looked up, unable to speak while blowing his brother, but his eyes asked the obvious question.

"Look, do you want to beat off now, or do you want me to return the favour when this is over?"

Eric felt Milo release a deep breath through his nose, the closest he could come to sighing at the moment. Then he slowly, almost reluctantly, removed his hand from his rigid hard-on. The young shepherd closed his eyes and focused on what he was doing. Another minute passed as Eric's pleasure continued to build inside him. As he suppressed a moan, he joked,

"Jesus, Milo, you must have practiced for weeks, exactly how many dicks have you sucked, anyway?"

He smiled as his brother looked up at him with a look in his eyes that said it all: Don't make me bite your cock off. Eric tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shivering from the latest wave of pleasure, letting it carry him away until his mind was clear of thoughts and all that existed was bliss. A small part of him that remained rational noticed that there was surprisingly little difference between getting blown by a boy or a girl, now that he had his eyes closed. This of course filled his mind with the usual fantasies he liked to daydream about as he touched himself, mostly of himself nailing hot girls at school or various stacked celebrities. This distracted him from something very important: he was not touching himself, there was another person involved. Because of this distraction, Milo received no warning whatsoever before his older brother stiffened and let out a moan, Eric's penis throbbing in his mouth as it pumped out his warm, gooey seed. The teen was so surprised that he just froze, as if he'd suddenly become paralyzed, while his tongue was quickly bathed in come. When Eric's orgasm finished, he slumped to the bed with a satisfied groan, his member slipping out of Milo's mouth. This threw Milo off balance, and as he fell back, throwing his hands behind him to catch himself, erection bobbing amusingly, he reflexively swallowed the liquid in his mouth. When he realized what had happened, his eyes widened and he froze again.

Eric's state of pure satisfaction didn't last very long, he was still half-hard as he slowly returned to his senses and realized what he'd done.

"Oh shit!"

He sat bolt upright, looking down at his brother in humiliation.

"Fuck, man, I'm sorry! I totally spaced out there for a minute, forgot you were you! I thought you were a girl who'd be okay with - you know what, that doesn't matter, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, dude."

His brother remained petrified, staring off into space in horror.

"What's wrong, Milo?"

The younger shepherd turned and looked at him with a look of shock in his eyes.

"I... I swallowed it. It was an accident, I didn't mean to, but I swallowed it!"

Eric realized this wasn't the end of the world, but decided to humour him. He put on a concerned face.

"Damn, that is serious. Milo, this is important, did you like the way it tasted?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"Would you eat yogurt in that flavour?"

"Probably not."

Eric let out a fake sigh of relief and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Thank God. Looks like you're not addicted to man goo."

His brother smirked and gave him the finger, but Eric could tell that the joking around had actually helped Milo feel better. Thinking about the words he was about to speak and who he was about to speak them to felt a little surreal, so Eric tried not to dwell on it.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. Fair's fair, so... so I'm going to let you come in my mouth, too."

His cheeks were burning, and he grinned bashfully as he traded places with his brother, Milo sitting down on his own bed, Eric getting down on his knees. The younger dog was suddenly unable to make eye contact, and judging by the redness visible through his fur, he was blushing just as hard as his brother. Eric suddenly realized that this was going to be Milo's first blowjob ever, not just his first with his brother, so he decided that if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He took a deep breath and ran his tongue from the base of Milo's erection to the tip and back down again, just barely licking at his fuzzy balls. His brother shuddered and lightly gripped him by the ears, and Eric took the length into his mouth without breaking contact or letting Milo get used to the sensation.

"Oh - Oh my God!"

That told Eric that he was doing it right, despite never having done it before. Encouraged, he continued, sticking to a very simple idea: 'do to him what'd feel good to you'. So he ticked the skin just behind the glans with the tip of his tongue, he bathed the underside in warm saliva, and tried his best to make Milo enjoy himself. For a moment he thought he'd done too good a job; from the way he was panting he thought Milo was going to come right then and there. But it seemed that was just because he was excited, as his breath calmed down somewhat and he managed to hang on. Just as both brothers were really getting into a rhythm, someone knocked on the door and their hearts simultaneously skipped a beat. Both of them froze utterly, eyes wide.

"Milo? Are you in there?"

It was Anne. Eric's mind reeled with the terrifying idea of getting walked in on like this, his imagination forcing him to picture his sister catching him with their brother's cock in his mouth. Speaking of which, he was too scared to move even that much, as if she'd somehow hear the sound of Milo's manhood sliding out from between his lips. So he just closed his eyes as tightly as he could, as if that would make him invisible. Next came a sound that was both relieving and horrible; a click came as Anne tried the door and found it locked.

"Milo?"

Above him, Eric heard his similarly-terrified brother clear his throat, and he dared to open one eye to watch him speak.

"Y-yeah?"

"You've been in there all day, is everything alright?"

"O-oh yeah, I'm f-fine. Just surfing the, uh, the Net."

It sounded horribly untrue to Eric, but maybe Anne would fall for it. After a moment of agonizing silence, she spoke once more.

"Well, okay. Have you seen my cell phone charger?"

Eric realized he'd borrowed the device and had left it in his room.

"Nope, s-sorry."

"Hmmm. Well do you know where Eric is? He uses it a lot with all those texts he sends."

Milo glanced down at the person in question, muzzle still wrapped around his penis, pleading look in his open eye.

"I-I think he went for a walk."

"Oh, okay. I'll talk to him when he gets back."

They heard their sister walk away, and after a few more seconds to be sure, they both relaxed, Eric releasing the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Milo, who was now down to half-mast, lay down and stared at the ceiling, choosing to speak first.

"Holy fuck that was scary."

"Yeah, well you weren't the one with a dick in your mouth."

"You weren't the one who had to talk to her!"

They sat there a moment longer, trying to get their heartbeats back under control. Eric seemed to recover first, reached forward and took his brother's limp unit in hand. Milo's head shot up in surprise, watching Eric rub and massage his member until it started growing again.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm getting you hard so I can finish what I started!"

"You... you really wanna do that?"

Instead of replying, Eric took his brother's mostly-hard prick into his mouth once more. Milo quickly seemed to relax, and soon they had picked up where they left off before the rude interruption, Eric working his tongue over his brother's penis and Milo absently scritching the top of Eric's head and rubbing his ears, something he found surprisingly pleasurable. It wasn't too long before Milo was gripping his brother's ears tightly, his entire body shaking.

"I'm almost there, Eric... I'm so close..."

Eric remembered his betrayal earlier and forced himself not to move, to pay the price. Milo let out a low, primal moan of satisfaction as he came, his hips thrusting ever-so-lightly into his brother's face as his erection spasmed and his sperm erupted in hot jets into his older sibling's mouth. Eric stayed right where he was as Milo twitched and gasped in the throes of ecstasy, until his orgasm burned itself out completely. Then he carefully pulled back, doing his best not to spill any, and removed his brother's cock from his mouth. Milo sat, hunched over and panting, as Eric took off one of his socks and spat his mouthful into it.

"Hey, that's not what I did."

"Never said I'd swallow it. Though you're welcome to it if you want."

He held up the sock as if offering a drink, and received a light kick for his troubles. Milo lay down, trying to catch his breath, and acting on a whim, Eric climbed onto the bed and hugged him from behind. Despite the obvious connotations of two males spooning without any clothes on, both brothers were totally sated, so it was more of a full-body hug than it was a prelude to anything else. Neither of them were idiots, however, and the meaning of the position was not lost on them. After a peaceful moment, enjoying the feeling of fur-on-fur, Milo spoke up.

"Eric? We... we're going to have sex, aren't we?"

"You mean right now? I don't think I could get it up right now..."

"No, not right now, dumbass, I meant eventually."

"Well, I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't wanna do..."

"I'm just saying, yesterday we went from nothing to a handjob, and the very next day we go from a handjob to a blowjob. If it keeps going like this, we're gonna fuck."

Eric shrugged and spoke honestly.

"Yeah, probably. Do you have a problem with that? I meant what I said, it doesn't have to change anything about you if you don't want it to."

Milo was silent for a moment.

"Then I'm okay with it. As long as it's with you, Eric. As long as it's with you."

Eric squeezed him tight for a moment and closed his eyes, relaxing. Soon they were both out cold, napping in each other's arms. They were fairly tired, after all. The past two days had been quite the learning experience, and the possibilities for tomorrow were endless.