FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

STOP! This story contains: male-on-male sex, incest, hyperphallics, and a whole lot of cum. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things, you are advised not to read past this point! Please note that it is also fairly long (15 Microsoft Word pages :P) so if you do not have much time it is recommended that you save this story until you have a longer break. Thank you so much and enjoy part one!

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The young dingo sat leaning forward in a lunging position, wagging his tail furiously as he stared at his older brother performing a magic trick. He watched with his deep brown eyes fully widened, staring at his shirtless older brother who produced a Snickers bar from behind his head. The small dingo blinked in bewilderment; the larger canine had spun three-sixty before performing the trick, ensuring his younger sibling that it wasn't secured in any way behind his head, and the larger dingo's shirtlessness left him nowhere to conceal it.

The thirteen-year-old dingo leaned back in amused confusion. "How'd you do that?!" he cried.

The older dingo chuckled at his brother's inquisitiveness. "Come on pup, you know a magician never reveals his secrets!"

"Aww!" the small canine cried, falling onto his back on his bed. "Pweeeeese tell me?"

The eighteen-year-old laughed loudly. "Come on, bro," he said. "You're not six."

The younger dingo crossed his arms behind his head on his pillow. "Fuck you," he play-growled.

"Hey, now," the older play-growled back, "you're not eighteen either. Watch that cute little muzzle of yours."

The smaller dingo closed his eyes. "I can't believe you won't even show me how to produce a stinking Snickers bar. Dick face..."

"Hey!" the older barked playfully, pouncing on his younger sibling's bed and pinning him down.

"AH! Hey!" the younger cried out with a hint of laughter. "Get off of me!" The dingo said it, but he didn't mean it. He loved the way his brother's soft fur felt against him, the way he dominated him. It was bliss for him. Having only reached thirteen years of age, the young dingo had never had a sex life. He wasn't sure if his brother had ever gotten laid, but chances are he had.

The older dingo was a sex god, to say the least. To say that he was a virgin was to say that Abe Lincoln lives in your basement. His body was perfect in every way. His chest was sculpted; his pectorals bulged significantly from it and his six-pack abdominals rolled smoothly over his chest. His arms were defined but didn't bulge significantly, as were his legs; he was very lean, yet muscular at the same time.

But what really got the young dingo turned on was the significant bulge in his brother's pants. The larger dog wore some of the baggiest cargo pants that he had ever seen, and there was still an obvious protrusion where his balls and limp, humanoid cock hung. It was impossible to see just how big the thing was through the baggy pants, but the younger dog had an idea. He hoped to God that some day he would get to see just how big his brother really was.

Now you're probably all thinking, what the hell is a thirteen-year-old dingo doing looking at his eighteen-year-old brother in a sexual light? The answer was hidden deep in the boys' past. They had been orphaned when the older was twelve and the younger was seven, and after sticking together for five months, they were adopted by a gay couple and taken to an excellent new home.

Both boys loved their adopted parents Greg and Eric very much, but being though such an experience tightened the boys' bond in a way that no inexperienced person could understand. The younger saw his brother as his god, his savior, his protector. This especially kicked in a few weeks after the older had turned eighteen, when suddenly he seemed to develop his current body shape overnight. The older dingo possessed a godly physique without ever having worked out once, a massive cock, and the softest fur you ever felt. It seemed impossible, but he wasn't questioning it. He loved it, and he feared that if he wondered what had happened, it would go away.

Hearing his younger brother's plea for freedom, the older dog rolled off of his smaller sibling, lying down next to him. He set the Snickers bar down on the bedside table, saying, "Go ahead and eat that, and don't forget to brush your teeth once you finish it!"

The younger pup giggled to himself as he pulled his shirt off of his small frame and climbed under his sheets. "I'll eat it tomorrow. Don't feel like brushing my teeth again."

The older dog smiled as he stood up from his brother's bed. "Alright." He said. "Good night."

He turned to leave, but from behind him he heard, "Come on, pleeeeeeeeeeease show me how to make that stupid Snickers bar appear?"

The teenage dingo rolled his eyes, a large smile across his muzzle, and turned back to face his brother. "Look," he said, "I can't just start telling you the secrets to all my tricks!" he heard the younger dog start to whimper. He sighed in defeat and said, "But I suppose I can show you where I learned them."

The younger canine practically leapt out of bed with excitement. "Seriously!?"

"Yeah." The older smiled. "Friday after school. Deal?"

"DEAL!"

"Awesome!" the older chuckled. "Now get to bed. You've got school tomorrow."

"Yes sir!" the smaller exclaimed happily as he nuzzled into his pillow. "You know, I hope I end up just like you when I'm eighteen." The young dingo said, causing the older to blush heavily. "Awesome muscles, soft fur, awesome magic tricks..." the younger snickered as he thought about it. "Not to mention that monster you got hiding in those pants of yours."

The older's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly broke into a soft chuckle. "You noticed?"

"How the hell couldn't I?" the younger exclaimed. "The thing practically shapes your pants!" The pup noticed his older sibling blushing profusely through his fur. The pup giggled. "Just how big is it, anyway?" he asked.

The older rolled his eyes and nuzzled his brother's forehead. "Get to bed." He said.

The older dingo turned to leave yet again before he heard his brother call from behind him, "Love you, Ryan."

The older looked back at his brother over his shoulder. "Love you too, Derek." And with that he turned off the lights to his brother's room and left, shutting the door softly behind him.

* * *

Ryan shut his younger brother's door as quietly as he could and turned to move towards his room, stopping when he saw Eric standing in the hallway. "I was just on my way to tell you guys it was time for bed," the thirty-two-year-old otter said to the muscular dingo who was nearly four inches taller than him.

"What can I say?" Ryan replied, holding his arms akimbo, "the kid can't get enough of my magic tricks!"

The pair chuckled a moment in the hallway "Well," Eric said, "you are very good at them. I can never figure out how you manage to pull some of those things off."

The dingo grinned. "That's 'cause I'm a professional."

"I see." The otter answered. "Well, regardless, it's time for you to get your ass into bed." He smirked. "And this time, try to keep it down when you paw off, would you? Just because you're hung like a horse doesn't mean you've got to be noisy in there."

Ryan just rolled his eyes. His parents knew about his endowment; how couldn't they? A recent trip to Florida and having his swimsuit cling to his shaft let his parents know just how big their adopted son really was. Thankfully Derek had been absent at the time. "I'll try my best," he said, "but you have no idea how awesome it feels when it's that big." He snickered softly to himself; he loved showing off, and he got the chance to do it quite often.

The otter rolled his eyes. "Okay mister In-Your-Face-My-Dick-Is-Bigger, haul that monster of yours into your room, would you? You've got school tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am!" the boy exclaimed, hugging his adopted guardian. "Night, Eric. Love you." He said softly.

"Love you too, son." The otter replied. He stood in the hall outside his younger son's room as he watched his older retreat back to his own. As he watched the muscular dingo move down the hall, he couldn't help but wonder just how his boy had gotten so huge. "You know, Ryan," he called down the hall, "you're really good at that slight-of-hand thing in those magic tricks of yours. Keep it up and you might just land in Vegas."

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Ryan shut the door to his room behind him with a wide smile. His parents, like everyone at his school, were as jealous as can be about his endowment. What they did know was that it wasn't natural; that much was obvious. What they didn't know was just how exactly it had happened, and they sure as hell weren't going to guess anytime soon.

The teenage dingo held his paw out palm-up in front of him, chuckling at the thought of everyone trying to figure out his secret. There were a few small, short flashes of blue light from his palm, and when the last flash cleared, it left behind a king-size Snickers bar sitting in his hand. "Oh, Eric," he sighed with a laugh, "slight-of-hand has nothing to do with it."

The boy peeled off the wrapper and dropped it onto the floor. Another blue flash originated from the shiny foil covering, and when the flash cleared the wrapper was gone. The dingo took a bite out of the sweet candy and jumped onto his bed, leaving his pants in a heap on the floor.

* * *

School seemed to drudge by unusually slow, and school was pretty slow to begin with. Derek squirmed restlessly in his seat and stared at the clock, unable to pay attention to his teacher. It was Friday, and Ryan would be showing him the secrets to his magic as soon as school let out. The boy stared intently at the clock above the door. Two forty-nine. One minute until school let out. Derek made a mad scramble to attempt to copy down his homework assignment for the weekend before class ended. The bell rang just as Derek stuffed his notebook into his backpack. The pup released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and made a dash to the bus loop. Just a fifteen minute ride and he would be home.

The ride seemed to last hours and seemed twice as annoying as it usually was. Derek shoved his ear buds deep into his ears and turned up the volume to drown out the noise of his bus-mates. Finally the large vehicle stopped in front of his house. The dingo threw his backpack over his shoulder and practically leapt off the bus.

He was surprised to see his brother sitting in his car waiting for him. The dingo threw his backpack into the back seat and entered the passenger side. "Hey!" he said, grinning widely at his brother as he pulled his seatbelt on.

The older dingo smiled back. "Hey, little bro." he said, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car. "You ready to take after your older sibling?"

The pup's grin couldn't get any wider. "Hell yes!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, come on now," Ryan said with a chuckle, "you're not old enough to be swearing yet."

The smaller canine rolled his eyes. "Fuck, I'm fucking thirteen!" he said. "I'm fucking old enough to fucking swear whenever the fuck I fucking want!" he giggled. "Fuck!"

Now it was the larger dog's turn to roll his eyes. "Fine, just don't use them excessively." He said. "And don't like Greg and Eric hear you!"

"I will follow both of those rules, if you follow one of mine." The younger said slyly.

"Oh?" Ryan cocked his head to the side curiously.

The pup grinned. "You use 'em too!"

The older one's eyes widened. "You want me to curse?"

"You do it in front of your friends."

"How do you know?"

"You're eighteen!"

"Touché." The older wolf considered it. "Whatever." He said. "It's a pain to try not to swear in front of you, anyway."

"Awesome." Derek said. "Now, I believe you have something to show me?"

* * *

The drive into town only took about ten minutes. Before he knew it Ryan was parking in front of a quaint storefront. Derek stared at the seemingly tiny shop. A sign that read "Mid-Town Magic Outfitter" hung above the door. The pair stepped into the store a few moments later. Derek was in awe. The store was filled with shelving, all of which contained some mysterious deceptive device for performing tricks. The pup could barely keep his tail from knocking things over as they moved between the closely-packed shelves.

Ryan led the way through the shelves to a check-out desk, where he smiled to the cashier. "Hey, Todd."

"Ryan!" the cashier exclaimed, having looked up from a colorful magazine. "How've you been? It's been a while!"

"I've been busy." He replied. "Oh, and I brought a little someone along."

"Oh?" the cashier, Todd, a sporty-looking ferret in a dark-brown pilot's jacket, said.

Ryan placed one of his large paws on Derek's shoulder. "My brother, Derek." He introduced the young dingo to the cashier. "Derek, meet Todd. He owns and maintains this place all by himself."

"Nice to meet you, sir," the small dingo addressed the ferret. Derek was in shock over the store owner. He didn't look a day over twenty, yet his nametag clearly said, "AGE: 29." The pup couldn't help but wonder how he looked so young.

"Derek," the older dingo said, "Todd and I've got some things to attend to in the back of the shop. Take a look around the store and see if there's anything you like, okay?"

"Right." Derek replied. With that the two older boys left towards the back of the shop where they entered a door labeled "Employees Only." The eager young dingo then set to work sifting through the numerous shelves searching for something to buy.

A few minutes later Ryan and Todd returned from the room, Ryan carrying a small plastic bag in one paw and a small vial of pink liquid in his other paw. The two moved to the cash register where Ryan paid for his products. While Todd ran up his total, Ryan filled the vial's tiny cap to the brim with a small amount of the liquid and drank it down. "Thanks, Todd," he said with a smile. "See you soon." And with that the group left the store to return home.

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Derek sat on his living room carpet the next day inspecting his new products. He was putting together a plastic rig with the purpose of holding cards up one's sleeve when he heard the loud thumps that were his older brother coming down the stairs. He snapped two plastic ends together to form a hinge in the apparatus just as Ryan entered the room.

"Hey" Derek said just before looking up to his brother. He immediately wished that he had looked up first so he could have a chance to compose himself before speaking to his brother, who walked away from him through the kitchen stark naked.

The older dingo whirled around to face Derek, trying and failing to conceal his heavy equipment from his brother. "Derek!" he exclaimed in embarrassed surprise.

Oh my God, he's bigger than I thought! Derek thought to himself. Out loud he laughed and said, "Dude, you're never going to be able to hide that thing no matter what you do with your paws."

Blushing heavily through his light brown fur, the older dingo slowly removed his paws from between his legs. "I didn't realize you were home." He said. "Thought you were at Kyle's house and I was home alone."

"Kyle's sick," Derek explained. He took another look at his brother's shaft. It was like his own in that it was fairly human, only a deep red color. It had a head, but it was elongated to a tip to seem more doglike. Derek guessed that it had a knot based on the fact that his own had one. "Damn." He exclaimed with wide eyes. The fat, oversized piece hung over an enormous sac and ended a few inches above his knee.

"Yeah," Ryan replied softly. He turned and walked to their refrigerator, opening the double doors and scanning the fridge's contents.

The dingo gazed at his brother longingly. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to stroke his brother's long, thick member. He imagined the hefty tool sliding deep into his throat, warm and pulsing as it slipped down is esophagus. He managed to break away from his fantasy and say, "So just how big is it?"

Ryan leaned into the fridge to grab his target. Deciding that there was no point in keeping it from his brother any longer, he answered "Eleven inches soft."

"What about hard?" Derek couldn't help but ask.

His older brother drew a can of Seven Up from the fridge. Without looking at his sibling, the dingo answered, "You don't want to know," and walked away before Derek could protest. The older dingo's statement couldn't have been farther from the truth. Derek did want to know, really badly. More importantly, he wanted to know how his brother got that way. There's no way it would be natural or chances were he'd be just as endowed. Derek chuckled a little as he imagined his own five inch hard-on as being a foot long instead. He would get used to that.

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About twenty minutes later the older dingo clamored down the stairs again, this time clad in worn baggy black jeans and a worn dark-brown biker's leather jacket, twirling a ring of keys around his finger. "I'm off to Burger King. What do you want?"

"The usual" Derek replied.

"Gotcha." Ryan answered. "I'll be back in a half hour."

Derek went back to building his device until he heard the garage door shut. He quickly stood and scurried to the window overlooking the street, scanning the road. He waited until he saw his brother's car roll past their house before running up the stairs into the older dingo's room.

"Now if I was Miracle-Grow for dicks where would I hide me?" Derek asked aloud. He knew that whatever his brother was hiding, he would hide it in his room. Now it was only a matter of finding it. He sifted through his brother's closet, through all of his clothing drawers, through his desk drawers, under his bed, in his nightstand; he looked anywhere he could think of.

Finally Derek entered his brother's bathroom. It didn't take him much time of sifting through the older dingo's cabinets before he found a series of small vials, including the pink one that Ryan drank out of before they left the store. Vials containing light blue and light green colored liquids joined the pink one in the cabinet.

The young dingo picked up the pink vial and read the label on the side:

NOTICE: Take once every two days for maximum gains.

Derek shrugged; this had to be it. He couldn't help himself; he had to test it out. The young canine filled the cap just as he had seen his brother do and swallowed the small amount. The fluid had a flavor similar to that of strawberries; it was sweet with just the slightest hint of sour.

Derek replaced the cap and the vial back where he had found it so as to not alert his brother that the vials had been tampered with. Satisfied with his level of covertness, the dingo unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down to investigate the results. His soft member hadn't changed a bit; it still hung at its normal two inches. Oh well, Derek thought, it's probably not instantaneous. I'll check it out later.

The canine was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the door opening. He practically jumped out of his fur in fear and surprise. He yanked his pants back up and rushed downstairs to greet his brother.

* * *

The next morning Derek woke up to the buzz of his alarm clock. Without opening his eyes, the dingo rolled over and shut the blasted machine off, groaning as he did so. He slowly sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. After a minute or so he leaned back and stretched heavily before falling forward into a slouch. He slowly opened his eyes. He quickly dropped his jaw.

He was staring at himself through his wall mirror, eyes wide and mouth open. He gently lifted his paw to his chest, softly caressing the block of muscle that was his left pectoral. His hand moved down his chest to gently stroke across his highly toned abdomen, his fingers rolling over the small mounds of muscle that protruded from his formerly flat stomach. He slowly stood and looked over his new body. He was as muscular as a dingo of his age could be.

Derek stared at himself in the mirror for almost ten minutes before his cell phone alarm going of brought him back to reality. He quickly made his way into his bathroom and showered, noticing that while his body was that of a junior Olympian, his cock had not changed. The young dingo decided that one of the other two bottles must have been what his brother had used on his piece. There was only one way to find out for sure.

He waited until his brother went downstairs to get breakfast before sneaking into his room and pouring a capful of the green liquid. He quickly slurped it down before rushing down to breakfast.

* * *

When Derek arrived home from school that day he discovered that his fur was much softer than it had been earlier. If he didn't know better he would have sworn it was just coincidence, but he knew that it was the green potion that he had taken. There was only one more bottle to try now. Derek waited until his brother went to work before slipping into his bathroom and sucking down a capful of the blue liquid, which, he found, had a deliciously sweet blueberry flavor.

Derek leapt out of bed the next morning and checked his shaft. He couldn't believe his eyes. From simply taking a capful of the liquid, his soft cock had barely grown. Fully hardened, however, he had grown two inches, spanning from a five inch shaft to a full seven inches, a length normally belonging to sixteen year old furs. He had to hold back a squeal of delight as he checked out his new body, finding that he was even turning himself on.

It was then that Derek knew what he had to do. He would sneak back into Mid-Town Magic Outfitter and steal the chemicals that he had taken from Derek. He didn't care about whatever the consequences might be. He was too excited over his new body to care. He had to have those potions, and he would stop at nothing to get them.

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The young dingo casually strolled into the magic shop the next day, the effects of his first potion already starting to wear off. His chest and arms still bulged noticeably when his shirt was off, but much less when he was clothed. He spotted Todd standing behind the counter, as usual.

The dingo put on an innocent smile to disguise what he was about to do. "Hi Todd," he said cheerily.

The muscular ferret looked up from another magazine of his. "Oh, hey! Um, yeah... you're Ryan's brother, right?"

"Yep. Derek."

"I was gonna say Dan." He explained. "How are ya?"

"I'm good." Derek smiled. "Just come by to take another look at things."

"You walk here?"

"Biked."

"Ah, right, gotcha." The ferret turned back to his magazine. "Go right ahead and take a look."

"Thanks," Derek answered. He started moving about the shelves, trying to come up with a way to get into the room marked Employees Only. Suddenly he caught a lucky break. He heard the ferret move into the room, and as the door was swinging shut, he noticed him step through an unmarked doorway within the room. Derek guessed that it was Todd's office.

This was as good a chance as any. Without a moment's hesitation Derek cracked open the doorway to ensure the ferret was out of the room. Seeing that indeed he was, the young dingo silently entered the room. He got right to work searching for the vials that he wanted. It didn't take long. Seeing that there was at least thirty of each type of bottle in stock, he quickly snatched up one of each, assuming that they won't be missed.

Hearing the ferret walk back towards the door, Derek decided it was a good time to get out of the room. He made his escape back to the main part of the shop just in time to meet Todd as he returned as well. The well-built ferret smiled at him upon seeing him. "Found anything you like?"

Derek answered, "Yeah, I did, but I just realized that I left my money at home."

"Aww that sucks." The ferret replied, taking his place back behind the counter. "Well, come back real soon, ok?"

The dingo smiled. "Don't worry." He said. "You'll be seeing me a lot more often now."

* * *

Derek could barely keep his tail from wagging as he stowed the vials in his sock drawer for later that night. He could hardly contain himself. It was Wednesday evening, and their family had received a call saying that the school's air conditioning system had broken down and Derek would be off tomorrow. That meant he would have the whole day just to himself until Ryan returned home from school at three. He couldn't believe it. He was finally going to be as hung as his older brother. The thought alone got him hard.

Dinner sped by and Derek decided to pass the time with Modern Warfare 2. In his excitement he was especially fast on the controller at was able to get more than two hundred kills with the SPAS-12 that night. The shotgun was especially cheap with a foregrip, as this boosted its already-superior accuracy to an even greater distance. His enemies didn't stand a chance.

Derek signed off PlayStation Network at about one A.M. when he heard Greg and Eric's bedroom door shut for the night. He jumped up, shut off his system, and quickly stripped down. He opened his sock drawer and laid the three bottles down upon his bedspread. He looked over each one carefully. They all had a label that recommended he take the entire bottle over a two-week period, but the dingo couldn't wait that long. At only thirteen years of age, his logic center wasn't the most advanced part of his brain, and his new seven-inch shaft pulsing and throbbing in midair didn't help control things. He couldn't stand to wait two weeks. Without thinking twice, Derek drank down the entire bottle of fluid in ten seconds.

He withdrew the vial from his mouth, panting slightly from oxygen deprivation. He stared at the empty bottle that once contained the sweet pink fluid, wondering how long it would take to kick in. This wonder only lasted a moment before he moved on to the green vial, once again chugging the entire thing down. He cast the empty bottle back onto his bed, staring at the only remaining bottle; the identical clear glass vial with light blue liquid sloshing around in it. Derek thought about what it would be like to possess a giant cock. He moaned softly as his seven inch piece drooled a thin strand of pre onto his carpet. He didn't wait a moment longer. He yanked off the small black cap and drank down the bottle's entire contents.

Derek sighed and placed the bottles under his bed to be dealt with later. The dingo sighed as he finally laid down on his bed, stroking his two new inches of shaft. A short string of pre shot up to his belly button, making him murr in pleasure. The dingo quickly pawed his dark red member to the point of orgasm, where he fired off a much larger load than usual. Normally his semen would simply drool out of the end of his cock. This time, he fired his load off in three long strings which rested neatly and completely intact upon his abdomen. Derek wiped away his young essence with a few tissues he kept by his bedside before falling into a deep sleep that would remain uninterrupted throughout the night.

* * *

When Derek's eyes finally opened the next morning, he let out a long sigh of content. He laid upon his bed blankets, basking in the early morning glow of the sun shining through his open windows. The boy's ears twitched as he listened for signs of life about the house. Nothing. It was completely silent. A slight grin broke upon his muzzle. He had all the time in the world to lay in the sunlight. A warm glow flowed through his body, and suddenly he became aware of something heavy resting upon his chest and stomach. Something heavy and hot.

Derek remembered what he had done last night. He shot up, propping himself up in the bed and staring down at his shaft. He practically squealed in joy. His tail beat hard back and forth as he stared at the gargantuan shaft that was connected between his legs. The thing was at least thirteen inches long and two inches thick! He laughed to himself, first softly, then he burst into uproarious hilarity from his happiness. He couldn't believe it, he was huge, and it was just as good as he thought it would be. The additional length seemed to raise the sensations of pleasure he received from his shaft; simply sitting in the sunlight made his enormous length tingle with rapture!

The dingo reached one paw up and gripped his shaft just below its long, tapered head, causing waves of pleasure to surge through him. He lolled his head back and moaned as he simply squeezed the g-spot, eventually daring to stroke up and down a few times. A thick dab of precum leaked from his tip, soaking his soft paw pads in the sticky fluid. The makeshift lube, warm and sticky to the touch, only helped increase the sensation that he felt.

He managed to paw himself for about thirty seconds, moaning and barking at will, before he heard a knock on his door. His eyes went wide at the sound of someone entering. The door swung open and his brother stepped in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Dude," he said, "I know pawin' off feels great 'n' all but could you try to keep the noise down - "

The older dingo's eyes widened as he finally opened his eyes and gazed upon his brother's new endowment. He seemed unable to move, suspended in time with his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "H-how...?" he finally managed to ask.

"I found your stash." Derek quickly confessed. There was no use lying now. "I'm sorry, Ry. I just couldn't help it! I wanted to be like you so bad and I -"

"Oh my God," Ryan said, shocked beyond belief. "I can't believe... I mean... you're so... so..."

"Ryan..." the younger canine whimpered, "please don't be mad."

"You're so..." the eighteen-year-old repeated, starting to regain his senses, "... hot...!"

Derek's head cocked to the side. "Huh?"

"You're so hot..." Ryan repeated. Derek noticed that Ryan's boxers were starting to swell, causing his own erection to flare up once again as well.

"H-hot...?"

"Mhm... yeah." Ryan said. "God, look at you!"

Ryan was floating in a sea of lust. In the back of his head he knew it was wrong. Derek was his brother, and he was five years younger! But he couldn't shake it. The combination of Derek's cute face, totally jacked body, and enormous cock was practically optical overload for him. "C-can I..." Ryan stuttered, "Can I touch it?"

Derek was confused. He could have sworn that Ryan would have been furious at him, but instead his brother was turned on by him! This is exactly what he had always dreamed of, but exactly what he didn't want. It was wrong to have sex with your brother, wasn't it? That's what the law said. But on the other hand, Ryan himself was extremely attractive. Derek couldn't help but drool over him. Surely it couldn't hurt just to let him touch it, could it? No, of course not. No problem with that at all. This was Derek's reasoning.

The younger canine gulped. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah, you can."

Ryan seemed to be in a dreamlike state. He slowly shuffled over to Derek's bedside and, taking one final look into his brother's eyes, placed his paw on his brother's new shaft. Ryan retracted his hand slightly; he didn't expect it to be this hot. Now knowing what to expect, he replaced his paw on his brother's shaft close to the middle, squeezing it softly. Derek let out a low, throaty moan as his cock head spurted a wad of pre onto his abs.

The older dingo began slowly sliding his paw up and down his brother's engorged length. It was beautifully elegant, perfectly curved, surprisingly smooth, and strikingly hot in temperature. Ryan slid his paw up to the head, massaging his thumb into his brother's G-spot. He responded with another moan and a thick spurt of pre onto his chest. "Oh God..." Derek cooed, "That feels so good, Ryan. Don't... Don't stop. Don't stop making me feel this good..."

Ryan continued to paw at his brother's long, thick shaft. After a mere ninety seconds Derek's entire abdomen was slick and shiny with precum and his balls, which had tripled in size, were on the verge of exploding. Derek tensed up before seizing his brother's wrists in his paws. "Stop," he ordered. "Wait."

Ryan obeyed and removed his paw. Derek rolled onto his stomach, his muzzle level with his brother's groin. Ryan's boxers were heavily swelled from his arousal and Derek was itching to get them off. He quickly hooked his thumbs around the strap to his brother's underwear and yanked them to the floor. His brother's semi-hard member bounced up and smacked him in the muzzle, leaving a dot of precum on his chin.

Derek wiped it off and licked his lips before sliding his tongue up his brother's shaft from the base to the tip. The entire journey took a while due to the older dingo's excessive length, which was even longer than Derek's. The older dingo murred softly and pulled away from his brother. "Hang on a second," he said. "Gotta check something."

Ryan stepped away from Derek's bed and went over to his desk, picking up a tape measure. He returned to the bed and this time he laid down on it next to Derek. He stroked his brother's shaft a few times, making sure he was completely hard before pressing the tape measure against his brother's base and dragging it out to the tapered tip. He then moved it horizontal and lined it up yet again. Upon seeing the numbers Ryan smiled and removed the tape measure, licking a strand of pre from his brother's tip.

"C-Come on," Derek protested, "how big is it?"

Ryan smiled and suckled softly on his brother's cock head before pulling off. "You're fifteen inches long and two and a half wide," he said. His head then drove back onto his brother's cock, licking and slurping at it happily.

"Oh really?" Derek said with a smile. "My turn." He snatched up the tape measure and pushed Ryan onto his back. The young dingo rubbed his brother's G-spot and his tennis ball-sized orbs to ensure that he was completely hard. He knew his brother was fully aroused when his mighty shaft fired a thick string of pre into the air that landing on his upper abs. Derek took his brother's measurements and smiled. "Twenty-one inches long," he said, "and three wide."

The older dingo grinned and stroked his cock head as it rested between his pectorals. "Mmm," he murred, "bet you love it, huh?"

Derek sat in his brother's lap as the older dingo lay on his back upon his bead. "You know I do." He exclaimed before picking up his brother's long, fat shaft and his own. He applied pressure to both shafts together as he rubbed their cock heads together, smearing their precum into one another's tapered heads. Both canines moaned in unison as their fluids mixed together and dripped in thick streams onto Ryan's chest. Ryan leaned up and began licking and sucking at both of their cocks together, taking four inches of each shaft into his muzzle at once.

Derek's eyes widened at this feat and immediately he wanted to try it for himself. He waited a few minutes for his brother to become bored of the tastes and pull off before he sunk his warm muzzle down, taking in just as much canine shaft as Ryan had. It was a fabulous taste; a mix of both his and his brother's member, precum, and saliva all mixed together. Both he and his brother were leaking pre like a fountain into his mouth, and any that the smaller dog couldn't take slid out of his mouth and pooled in his brother's soft chest fur.

Both canines' balls were throbbing and churning with their impending seed as they rolled and bob attached to the two dogs' groins. Though Ryan's balls were each the size of a tennis ball, Derek's balls were large as well; each one must have been the size of an apple. The balls alone were an obvious sign as to just how big of a load the brothers were about to produce. The brother's took turn sucking themselves off, each one taking in his own member as well as the other one simultaneously. Just as the two were riding on the verge of orgasm, Ryan stopped the pair.

"Wait," He instructed. "I don't want it to end like this."

"W-what do you mean?" Derek asked, his shaft drooling a constant stream of pre into his brother's pectorals.

"I don't want this experience to end like this," he repeated. "Derek... I want to cum inside you."

Derek's face looked surprised and worried. "I don't think you'll fit..." he started to protest.

"Todd taught me spells for stuff like that," he said. "I can make you real loose so I could fit." Derek still seemed unenthusiastic. "Please Derek," he pleaded. "Please, Brother."

Derek gave in. "Alright... Just be gentle," he said.

Ryan wasted no time and flipping them around. He laid Derek down on his back on the bed, his own mighty balls resting on top of Derek's. Ryan's cock spurt pre across his younger brother's chest as he placed his paw on the young dingo's abdomen, uttering the ancient loosening spell originally created for assassins and spies who needed to contort their bodies to hide. A short blue flash emanated from his hand and seeped into Derek's stomach, loosening his organs. "There," Derek said. "You're ready."

"Ok." Derek said, confident in his ability to take his brother, yet still worried. "Please, get it in fast."

Ryan nodded and lined up his twenty-one inch shaft with Derek's virgin tailhole. "Ready?" he asked.

Derek nodded silently. It was all the approval Ryan needed. Without another moment's hesitation, he quickly stuffed the first ten inches of his rod into his younger brother. "Oh, GOD!" Derek cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure, not pain. The spell worked incredibly well; Derek didn't feel any pain at all, only a strong, overpowering sense of pleasure. His shaft pulsed and sputtered as it shot pre across both his and his brother's chest.

The warm splatter of his brother's pre on his neck and pectorals fueled his lust and spurred him on. He stuffed another eight inches into his brother, pausing to catch a breath before hilting Derek to the knot. He pulled his shaft out almost a foot before rapidly replacing the meat with a loud slap of his knot against his brother's hole. Accompanied by the feeling of his brother's never-ending warm pre flowing down his neck and chest, Ryan began fucking his younger brother.

His pace was slow at first but gradually increased to a faster rhythm. He bucked his hips erratically back and forth, pounding hard into his younger sibling with all that he had. As his cock slipped in and out almost sixteen inches at a time, both brothers continued spewing pre in and endless torrent. Both Derek and Ryan's chests were soaked in Derek's warm, sticky pre, making their bodies slip and slide across one another as they grinded hips.

Both brothers' knots had formed by now, Derek's three and a half inches thick and Ryan's four and a half. "D-Derek..." Ryan groaned through his ecstasy as well as a thick layer of pre on his muzzle, "I'm gonna... g-gonna cum..."

"M-me t-too..." the younger dingo groaned. "P-please... tie...* was all he managed to say.

Ryan didn't know how Derek knew what a tie was, but he didn't care. All he knew was that Derek and he both wanted it, so that's what they were both going to get. He thrust in hard, then pulled out, then trust in, then pulled out, then in, then out in a constant cycle of increasing speed and power until eventually Ryan's enormous knot smacked with a loud pop into Ryan's hole and slipped inside him. Both dogs went over the edge together. There, in Derek's room, bathed in golden morning sunlight, and holding each other's paw, the two of them orgasmed simultaneously, riding out the long period lost in each other's arms and fur.

Ryan's cum flew through him with such a velocity that it made his cock swell a half inch before rocketing his first of many long, thick ropes out of his shaft. His balls continued to surge his essence up through his shaft, filling his brother so much that it began to spray out past his knot against the brothers' balls from the pressure being built up within Derek's cavity.

Derek never stopped shivering with delight as his new endowment spewed his largest load ever upon himself, his brother, his bed, and some onto his walls. Pearly white cum blasted from him at intense speed and splattered in long, thick ropes across the pair, the longest of these ropes being eight feet long and the shortest being six feet. Derek shook in pure orgasmic pleasure as bursts of cum that were taller than he was rocketed out of him and coated both him and his brother in a thick layer of incredibly hot, sludgy dingo sperm. The white goo dripped and slid between their bodies in rivers, making the two canines stick together in heated passion.

For two minutes straight the dingo brothers lay in the younger brother's bed, firing cum like fire trucks into and onto each other, foreheads pressed together and paws in each other's paws. They moaned and groaned past the squirting and spurting sounds that their cocks made as they ejected their payload, drenching the couple in hot, gooey semen.

As all good things do, their orgasm finally came to an end and they fell back to reality in each other's arms, panting heavily. Derek was first to speak. "R-Ryan...?"

"Y-yes D-Derek...?"

Derek lolled his canine head over to stare into his brother's eyes. He gently licked a thick rope of his own cum away from his brother's lips. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Der," the older dog said.

"Don't ever let me go."

"I won't. I promise."

Derek wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, his forearms squishing as they came in contact with the dry fur on his back. "I'm so happy that I'm finally like you, Ryan."

No more words were said. The pair simply lay in the bed together, nuzzling and rubbing and stroking and kissing and cuming again and again and again whenever they felt like it. The boys had a seemingly endless supply of seed, and since Greg and Eric weren't going to be home until eight o'clock that evening, they had ten hours before they had to start cleaning up; ten hours to figure out just how endless their supply of seed really was.

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THE END :3

Hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I intend to post a part 2 to this story and maybe more if I feel like it.

Thanks again for reading and happy yiffing!! ^-^