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The roads all looked kind of the same around here. I hoped my brother knew where he was going.

"So...how's things?"

"Yeah ok. You?"

"Ok."

That was typical of the extent of our conversation since we had arrived. I slid back into the passenger seat and prayed this was a short drive otherwise it was going to seem like an eternity. To pass the time I looked out of the side of my eyes and watched my brother driving. I never tired of watching him, even when we were little kids Mum says I used to follow him with my eyes wherever he went.

Somewhere in the last couple of years we had lost the easy relationship we once had. I don't know whose fault it was, probably a bit of both of us. He was still amazing to watch, whatever he was doing. Now he had his arm half out the window, his tongue hanging out, and his ears flapping in the wind. He had on a pair of Rayban Wayfarers, a Billabong T, and an awesome pair of boardies and some Havaianas on his footpaws. A surfer dog; he looked the part. Something about us Dobermans worked as beach dogs.

I was similarly dressed but I knew I didn't look half as good as him. I never had. My elder bro was always the natural, at everything. I was the awkward younger bro, "pup" to him, hanging round and bouncing round his legs like a pup all right. He never made me feel awkward around him though, always smiling and answering my endless questions and involving me in everything. Our parents were hotshots, Dad a lawyer, mum a doctor, and it never seemed like they had the time to be interested. Instead, it had been Andy who had been my surrogate Dad.

Andy had been the one to teach me to ride a bike; to bowl a cricket ball, to kick a football. He even was the one to tell me how to masturbate, when my aching swelling Dobie cock became too much to ignore and I went to my best mate to find out what the fuck was going on. A banana proved a useful teaching aid. I had a soft spot for bananas ever since.

He was also the one who taught me to surf. It always surprised my friends at school, and even more my acquaintances, that I could surf and surf well. I was supposed to be a nerd, snout in a book and my head in the clouds. Surfer dog didn't compute for the in crowd who excluded me with the usual casual indifference of the popular. My bro was a patient teacher though, even when I insisted on a goofy-pawed stance that drove him mental. He just shrugged in the end and took me out again and again until I was good, and we had something else in common. I guess I should be grateful now for all of that, it gave us something to do here.

I still couldn't tell where we were going though. There wasn't much traffic around, especially for Christmas Eve, but McLaren Vale was a holiday destination, and most wouldn't come until after Christmas. We came unfashionably early, my parents and my bro and me, my 'rents eager to get us all away from Melbourne and into a "better environment", whatever the hell that meant.

"Bro, where are we going?"

He looked at me, eyes hidden behind the dark glass of his Raybans, and gave a grin.

"You'll see pup. Best surf beach, bar none, and the surf report looked awesome."

"So why have we never been here before? I don't recognise anything."

His grin widened again.

"You'll see. Mum made me promise not to bring you here. I figure as you've turned 18 now, it's ok."

I had no idea what he could be talking about, but I was intrigued now. I could smell the sea at least, so the silent car trip would be over soon.

We pulled into a small parking area. There was a cliff edge nearby, and I could see the ocean stretching out, but no beach. It must be down the cliff. I groaned a little, contemplating the chore of carrying my board down to the beach, but my bro gave me a little clip behind the ear and a ruffle of my headfur.

"Stop moaning pup. You'll like it."

We got out of the car and I stretched my long lean frame. I had grown tall early, outstripping my brother by 16, but he didn't mind. Andy definitely had me on bulk, the big Dobie developing a broad shouldered wide hipped mass of compact muscle with football and cricket and track. I stayed lean, mostly swimming and tennis, only getting into weights in my final year, and it seemed to give me definition but not a lot of bulk yet. I still looked like a teen, my bro though was all buff mature dog. Most people didn't believe there were only two years between us.

After pulling my surfboard from the roof rack, I looked out over the ocean. The waves looked good, Andy was right after all. I could catch a hint of beach, long wide expanse of golden sand surrounded by high sandstone cliffs. Perfect, and it looked like there weren't many around judging by the carpark. A small number of cars, and one old battered Kombi with hippie paintwork.

It was while checking out the carpark that I got the first clue.

"Warning...Maslin Beach, Clothing Optional Beach."

"Clothing....optional?"

"Yeah pup...hope you don't mind. Nuuuuuuuude. But the surf is awesome, and sometimes the view is even better."

I wasn't sure I was prepared for this, but I couldn't chicken out now, not with my bro, so I gritted my teeth and tucked my board under my right arm. This could be...interesting, I guess. A part of me was kind of excited, and I felt my sheath stir a little. One guy appeared on the pathway in front of us, a seriously hot looking tiger guy about Andy's age, and I had to try hard not to stare. He was wearing a speedo, and nothing else, his prominent bulge drawing my gaze like a cock seeking missile. I managed to break the stare but not before he noticed, the tiger giving me a wink that made me blush. Still...the view might me ok after all.

"You coming pup?"

"S...sorry, just getting organised."

"Any time you feel like it pup."

I followed along, trotting behind my bro. Even though I had longer legs, it seemed to take all my strength to keep up. Walking in sand was a bitch, even with a big set of footpaws like mine. They grew early too, and I needed new shoes every semester until they stopped, my footpaws and my paws too big for my body. I felt like a clown. Andy had watched with a smile as I grew, and would laugh on the frequent occasions when I managed to trip over nothing and crash to the floor, my oversized footpaws getting caught. 'big paws, big footpaws big....everywhere eh bro?'

It was a measure of my relative innocence that I hadn't a clue what he was talking about back then.

My first sight of the beach made me stop and stare. It was perfect, and almost deserted. The sand looked unreal, and the deep blue of the ocean was so inviting, almost as much as the churning white caps of breakers. I wanted to run full pace at the ocean and take it in, lose myself for an hour in the waves where nothing else mattered. Surfing is a solitary occupation; those who were surprised didn't know me well, it suited me to a t.

We chose a spot on the beach, back near the cliff, and set up camp, towels, flip-flops, t-shirts all discarded. We both looked at each other and smiled guiltily as we gripped our board shorts and then stopped, before deciding in some unspoken way to leave them on. I was grateful; I didn't really fancy nude surfing. Hugging the board, paddling out into the ocean, I kind of wanted something cupping and nurturing my sheath and balls rather than scraping them on the unforgiving surface of my board. As exotic as it might sound, practicality won the day.

I was in heaven soon after, finding some perfect waves for my style, breaking out all my moves like I hadn't been able to for a while. I watched Andy too, his easy grace and form on the board. Once I just sat on mine, waiting, watching him in the water. His stance was all ease, but I could see the strain, and the muscles working as he rode. His shorts had ridden down as they always did, exposing his boxers which slid down too, and I had my favourite view.

There is something special about that part of a guy, the top of his ass where it curves in to meet his back. The cradle of his hip muscles, the hollow of his spine, the graceful curve of ass, the stubby tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. You could see the top of his cleft, a dark inviting cavern, and imagine it all but not yet see it. Sometimes, that partial view was the hottest. Your mind could go berserk, along with your cock, imagining parting those cheeks and finding the deep cleft, musky and hot.

On Andy that view was sublime. He sped across the waves, crouched and ass pointing out, and I stared unabashed. He was concentrating on the waves, so he wouldn't see me ogling thank fuck. I could worship from afar, and with relish. My sheath swelled and my cock pointed north like a compass, and I ignored it until I sighed and headed out for my next ride. We are fatally attracted to the impossible, that much I had learned in the last couple of years.

Finally, the wind shifted and the surf became dirty and low, and we headed in to shore, propping our boards against the cliff while we towelled down and joked about our form. Andy seemed easier now, and I followed suit. We were finding some of our old relationship again.

Lying on my towel, I watched the small white clouds scud across the perfect sky, an onshore breeze making my ears flick and ruffling whiskers. I didn't have many, and it always made me feel self conscious. Andy had a lot, and a hot little patch of chin fur that poked down and was streaked with gold in contrast to his black and brown fur. I wanted to nibble it so bad.

I settled on my back, looking up, the sun beating down and heating up my fur, burning away the sea water. Andy had taken the same pose, though he had his Raybans at least. Sensible dog. It meant I could never see his eyes though. I missed them, big blue eyes the colour of the sea.

"So...pup, er...I guess you know Mum and Dad are a little worried about you?"

That made me laugh a bit.

"So...Andy, big bro...I guess you know Mum and Dad are a little worried about you?"

"Figured as much."

"They are pretty transparent. Mum pulled me aside last night and asked me to find out what's going on."

"Dad did the same to me. Seems he's convinced you are about to become a Hare Krishna or something."

"I love the way our family works. Everyone is so terribly concerned they can't bear to actually talk to the person they are worried about so they talk to everyone else instead."

"You know it pup...always has been, always will be."

"So...which of us goes first Andy?"

"Younger bro of course."

I sighed a long sigh, really not wanting to have this conversation but I knew it was hopeless. I would have to be careful though.

"I've just been struggling a bit, that's all bro. Final year and all, it's been hard. You know how much I study, and even then my score was disappointing. I've been kind of depressed for a while, that's all. I've started getting help, and some meds. Yes, you can tell Mum. I saw her partner, Doctor Miller, and kind of broke down in the consulting room, it was so fucking embarrassing but it felt better afterwards."

"Fucking hell pup, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was embarrassed. And frightened. And most of all, I didn't want you to think less of me."

"Hey, I couldn't possibly think less of you pup."

"Hardy har har fuckwit. You know what I'm saying and..."

"Relax, sorry, shouldn't have tried to be funny. Yeah, I know...and I'm just sorry I wasn't there for you bro. So...why?"

"A lot of things bro. Part because of someone...someone I liked and...and other things. Don't worry, it's under control. Just...taking it slow. Now...your turn bro. Why haven't we talked while you've been at uni anyway? It's like..as soon as you went to college, I didn't exist or something."

"I know pup, and I'm sorry. I really got into the social side at uni, and did some stupid shit. I didn't mean to ignore you, I was so caught up in stuff, it wasn't till it all came crashing down I realised how much I'd missed you, and ignored you."

"Crashing down....?"

"Yeah...ok, Charterhouse rules bro?"

"Cross my heart..."

"I kind of got suspended."

"Shit!"

"Yeah...the last semester, things got out of hand. I was with someone, and they were into some serious shit, and I went along. Confidentially bro, the last semester is a bit of a blur, too much booze, too many drugs, not a lot of lectures."

"Fuck! How did Morgan deal with you?"

Morgan was Andy's housemate, and best friend for years. He was like another bro for me, and I missed the lion like shit too. It was a double whammy; when Andy stopped coming home on weekends, I stopped seeing Morgan too, and ended up stuck inside my own head. That was not a good place to be.

"Morgan...always deals with things. You know Morgan. He just slides over life like it doesn't matter..."

I heard the sign of bitterness there, and decided not to press, but I did feel a pang of worry now. If Andy and Morgan had a falling out, this was serious. Even more serious than getting suspended from Uni.

"So, what next?"

"Unsatisfactory progress committee...I might get thrown out, suspended longer, or allowed back on probation. Either way, I need to shape up, and change a lot. I'm embarrassed too, I guess, and ashamed. I don't want the rents to know, ok?"

"What do I tell them?"

"Tell them I've been thinking of changing courses, or deferring, and maybe working. I'll have the convo with them later, but for now, I need to clear my head and this is perfect for it."

"Yeah, the rents got this right at least."

"Yeah..."

We hadn't had a family holiday for years, all together like this. Whatever their imperfect knowledge of the men their two sons were growing into, my parents at least instinctively knew when getting away might be a good thing. We had been coming to McLaren Vale for holidays for years, always to the same cottage in Willunga. It was an odd choice, the town perfect for my parents being in the middle of the vineyards and food destinations, and not much chop for us, in spite of a bitching pizza joint. Neither of us liked wine. Still, with Andy's car, we had freedom, and the coast here was always one of my favourite places. Andy's too. Christmas away from our friends might be a good thing after all.

"So...you game pup?"

"What do you mean."

"Clothing optional bro..."

"Awww I dunno..."

"Come on...look, everyone else we can see is nuding up...since when were we the prudes?"

"I know but..."

"Fine, I need to shame you into it then..."

He hooked his paws onto the waistband of his boardshorts, and sort of shimmied his hips as he pulled the light fabric down his hips and thighs. His boxers followed, and suddenly my hot bro dog was naked as a newborn pup, his shorts thrown into the pile of clothes behind us. He turned his head to me, a feral grin of wickedness on his muzzle, and then he lay back with his head resting on his paw, muzzle pointed to the sky, the clouds reflected in the mirrored glass of his raybans. I stared, gobsmacked.

"Bwwwwwaaaak bwak bwak bwak..."

"Are you...are you fucking making chicken noises?"

Silence.

"Bwaaaaaaaaaak bwak bwak bwak."

"Cunt!"

I was angry now, I always responded to his goading, he knew just how to get me. Being called a chicken by Andy always worked, having got me on my bike without training wheels, on the surfboard, and into my first drag of a cigarette and first beer. The last two involved a lot of choking, but more chicken noises ensured I tried again.

Now I was in that stupid younger brother angry phase, and I pulled my shorts down with a hasty movement of my paws, throwing the garments at Andy while he grinned back, and lying just as he did, front exposed to the world, my Dobie assets on show. I was self-conscious about my body, always, and here I was naked on a public beach. I hoped to god nobody laughed.

"There, not so hard was it pup."

"Fuck you."

"You can try pup...you can try...nice bod by the way. You been working out?"

"Yes, for your information. I started in the gym this year. Hasn't done any good though, I'm still skinny."

"Not from where I'm lying bro...you look hot enough to burst into flame. Bet the chicks at school were all over you like ants to honey."

"Stop fucking around..."

"Deadly serious bro...you are turning into a stud dog."

That made me stop. Me...a stud dog? And...why was Andy saying this...?

"Nahh..."

"Little experiment then. Lie here, like this, and see what happens."

I closed my eyes, letting the warm sea breeze flow over my body. I shivered a little, as the wind ruffled my sheath, and the stimulation tickled and aroused me. I let out a soft groan, opening my eyes to look out on the ocean and take my mind off the wind fondling my naked package.

In front of us, a stallion was coming out of the water. About my age, I thought, he was a heavy type, probably a shire, rich brown coat and golden mane and tail, and feathering sort of streaked with gold and white. He looked amazing, every muscle flexing as he flicked water from his ears and mane, walking slowly up the beach. He was naked too, his sheath and heavy scrotum lazily wobbling as he walked. I stared, in spite of myself, he was too hot to ignore. My tongue hung out of my muzzle, dripping saliva onto my chest, but I ignored it while I drank in stud pony boy.

Then he turned suddenly towards me, tilting his head slightly as he did, his eyebrows moving to the heavens and shaking his head before walking towards his towel further along the beach. I blushed crimson, thankful for my bro beside me in case the stallion decided to get angry, and tried to enjoy the sun instead. There was one small problem though; my cock had reacted to the sight, pushing from my sheath and throbbing in all its Dobie glory against my belly.

"Well...hallo...nice to meet you yes?"

I turned suddenly to the other side, blinking away the bright sun and shading my eyes as I took in the newcomers to our right. Two naked girls, one cheetah, one cow, a study in contrasts. They were wearing...nothing, except some funky bangles on their ankles. Both were staring down at us, and grinning.

Andy pulled off his glasses and turned to the two girls, his muzzle breaking into a grin. I looked over his magnificent body and realised he was hard as a rock, his thick cock extended and pulsing. It looked amazing, so much bigger than mine, and the tip kind of flexed as I stared. It also appeared to be drawing the attention of the two girls.

"Hi! I'm Andy, this is Chris. Nice to meet you..."

The cow seemed the leader of the two, smiling down as she addressed a point somewhere around Andy's groin. Andy's groin didn't seem to mind.

"Hello Andy and Chris...I am Heike, and this is Brigitte. You are enjoying the beach yes?"

Their accent was good, very good, but had that unmistakable hint of continental European. Germans, I would be prepared to lay bets.

I rolled onto my front, embarrassed beyond belief, and smiled an embarrassed smile at the two. Andy didn't move, if anything pushing his hips up a little to accentuate his erection.

"Yes, girls, lots. How bout you?"

"We are enjoying very much. More now we find you...such handsome dogs yes? Are you brothers?"

"We are girls, this is my little bro Chris."

"He is not so little." That was the serious looking cheetah. Brigitte...she looked like she would be perfect in a production of Cabaret. She didn't smile, though she did look predatory enough. I realised with a shock that I was the subject of her stare...and I suddenly felt like I was dinner.

"Can we join you two? We would like very much to learn about the area. We are driving round the country and have just arrived in the peninsula. We were in Perth last week"

"Shit that's a long drive."

"And no one as...beautiful as you two to see on the way..."

Heike took up a position beside Andy, and the predator took station beside me. I looked at Andy, pleading with my eyes, and he just grinned as Heike struck up an animated conversation. Her paw casually rested on his thigh; I caught sight of his balls jumping and his cock flexing at the touch just as Brigitte rested a clawed paw on my butt.

"Ahhhh!"

"Sorry, I am very forward yes? But you look so good...I had to touch. Please do not be offended Chris."

I mumbled, seeing Heike out of the corner of my eye getting closer to Andy's junk, one paw now cupping his testicles. Andy was laughing, grinning like an idiot into the cow's eyes while they talked.

"You are very beautiful boy Chris. You do not know this?"

"I...no...um..."

"Yes, very beautiful boy..."

Her paw slid down my crack, one claw just grazing the back of my scortum. My head shot up like a rocket and I arched my back, ears pointing backwards and snout twitching on high alert. My sheath was trapped underneath me, and I desperately didn't want the girls or Andy seeing my embarrassment. I stared about wildly, from side to side. Over the back of the cheetah, I could see the stallion in the distance, looking at us. He had a kind of smirk on his muzzle, his own pair of Raybans concealing his eyes.

Fuckityfuckity fuck fuck fuck....

"Sprichst du Deutsch?"

"Ja, klar."

Thank you year 12 German.

"Your brother does not know any German does he?"

"No, languages weren't his thing."

"Good. So...you are a very beautiful boy Christof"

"Err...thank you Brigitte. You are beautiful too."

"But not what you are after no?"

"What?"

"I am not a beautiful boy...like the stallion down the beach, or even like your brother with my friend pawing his cock beside us. This beautiful boy wants other beautiful boys like him."

It took me a second to run through the declensions and work out the verb...paw, to paw, I paw, I am pawed...he is pawed...and of course, cock isn't one of the words in our formal vocabulary. It usually takes until the second lesson for us to look it up...at least she used Hahn not pimmel.

As soon as the translation flashed into my brain I turned quite obviously to look, and saw it was true, the cow was quite obviously and casually pawing off my brother. She noticed me noticing, and gave a wink and a nod. The cheetah giggled behind me, swatting my tail for my stupidity. Then the rest of the conversation caught up and I gave a sort of startled woof.

"How...how...?"

"I saw you looking at the stallion, and your brother. You are obvious even if you do not know it. Do not worry, I don't mind, I still find you beautiful...and I still like to touch you. I won't embarrass you by asking to fuck you though...unless you are into girls too?"

"No, I mean...well, no I'm into guys only, it's just...no one knows so..."

"Relax Christof...I said, I do not mind. I like the feel of your body though. You feel like a young male cheetah...the sexiest fur in the world."

"I....ahhhhhhh!"

Her claws were finding new places now, sliding between my cheeks, one claw just barely touching my tailhole. I was going mad, the bizarre juxtaposition of translating high school german about my sexuality with a german cheetah I had only just met, the sheer craziness of being naked in public, watching my bro get a pawjob in front of me, I felt like I must be having an LSD flashback. And I hadn't even had any LSD, dammit.

Things were reaching a bit of a climax between Heike and Andy, not entirely metaphorically. His cock was leaking, a solid line of pre dripping into his belly button. Heike decided to move it up a notch.

"So, do you boys want to join us for some fun? We have a van in the carpark, it is small but that is perfect for four close friends yes?"

Ahhh, that would explain the Kombi...

"Heike, don't tease them. This is a bad idea."

"Whats wrong Brigitte? Don't you want some? They are so hot, we haven't seen any this good all trip, even that Bull in Perth wasn't this cute. Don't you want younger brother there? His cock looked thinner but longer, you like that don't you?"

"He's young Brigitte, and embarrassed, and you are making it worse."

"Fine, but let's ask shall we?"

This was conducted in rapid fire German with what I think was a Schwabian accent, I had almost no hope of keeping up, always three sentences behind. Andy just looked confused. Instead he looked at me, and I gave him my best terrified look. He just tilted his muzzle and softened his gaze, sort of 'aww shucks.'

"So...Andy, Chris...what do you say?"

"Ahhh...Heike, you are hot as fuck, and ...well, you can see from my cock what I think. But I don't want to make Chris feel bad, and he's got some bad stuff going on at the moment, he doesn't need this right now. And I'm not going to leave him even to have some fun with a beautiful girl like you. So, as much as I'm mad, I have to say no."

Heike looked daggers at Brigitte, and was about to say something but nodded her head, and gave Andy's leaking cock one last longing stroke. Another fresh spurt of pre decorated his abdominals.

"That is fine...I am sorry, it is just you are hot and I think we could have lots of fun."

"I guarantee it Heike, but no thanks."

"He does care for you Chris...you are lucky."

"I know Brigitte...and thank you."

The cheetah gave my ass one last playful stroke, claws retracted this time, then a slap before she stood and brushed the sand from her fur.

"Come on Heike...time for a swim no?"

The two headed for the water, and Andy rolled onto his front to join me.

"Thanks bro..."

"Hey, I meant it. I'm here with you...I'm not about to leave you and go fuck some girls while you sit here looking at the ocean."

"Well, thanks anyway."

"You so owe me a blowjob though..."

He laughed, doubling up in amusement at his own joke, and I laughed along too, while imagining just that. Oh bro, don't temp me.

We had one naked swim, laughing and whooping it up in the shore break, wrestling and generally goofing around. I felt him pin me from behind before he flipped me on my back and dunked me, the move made easy because I had frozen at the feel of his half hard Dobie cock in my crack. I emerged from the water spluttering and gang tackled him into the water, my brother coming up with seaweed wrapped round his ears like some watery crown. Then he chased me up the beach.

The stallion watched us the whole time from behind his dark glasses, but didn't move.

*****

We returned home well sunburnt and a little dehydrated. Both of us downed a litre of water, and helped set the table for dinner. Mum had been to a cooking retreat in Provence for a week, and she was determined to show off her new skills, so we had quiche and cassoulet and duck fat fried potatoes and clafoutis which was all wasted on us but we both made Mum happy by eating it all. We also got slightly drunk, well more than. I was a little ripped, but Andy was the surprise. He knocked back beers all night, one after another, until Dad was looking at him with a deep frown, and Mum had that tight smile that said trouble.

I ran interference as best I could, while my own worries built, but it calmed a bit after dinner. We settled on the couches, Mum next to me, Dad next to Andy. My bro had a long neck in his paw, sinking more amber fluid, while we watched Christmas programming and tried not to get bored. The conversation was easy though, and the beer had some good effects because both Andy and me were laughing and smiling and talking easily like we used to. Both my parents were too happy at that to put a downer on the night by mentioning the drinking.

"Look at my two boys...you are back, all carefree like you used to be. Did you have a good day?"

I left Andy to take that one.

"Yep, awesome Mum. Got some surfing, we met some nice Germans...they were nice Germans weren't they pup?"

"Sure were bro...very...easy to like..."

He was giggling from behind his beer now.

"Yeah, liked them a lot. One liked you especially...Brigitte? Thought you were great..."

"Not as much as Heike liked you."

I reached across and shared a paw five with my drunken brother, while our parents looked on aghast. I could tell they were thinking something along the lines of what might in fact have happened...while trying very hard to dismiss the prospect entirely.

"Well...I'm glad you met some nice people. And Chris would have got to practice his German...not sick of it after your exam honey?"

"No it...came in quite handy."

I was grinning like an idiot now, and Andy was about to fall over, our parents wondering what had got into us, apart from a skinfull of beer. I managed to change the subject and we settled in for a bad Christmas movie while I pelted my bro with fantails from a packet and he made stupid faces at me. We were back to normal at least, though both of us had our challenges to face. We could do it together.

We finally headed for bed about eleven, my parents shuffling off to their nice bedroom while we headed for the smaller one out back. It had two smaller single beds but was fairly comfortable and had its own bathroom at least. I didn't fancy running into my Mum in the middle of the night while siphoning the old Dobie python. Both of us were pretty bushed, and we fell asleep easily in minutes.

I woke up with a dry feeling in my muzzle and an aching need to pee. I managed to grope my way across the bedroom to the bathroom, relieving the pressure on my bladder with a satisfied ahhhhh before padding back to bed. I climbed under the covers and looked over to Andy, fast asleep. It took a moment to realise he wasn't exactly fast asleep.

My bro was on his front and slightly to his side, so I could see his front a little. The covers had come off, and his tongue was out and he was drooling a bit, and his boxers had fallen off partially. I could see that ass again, and his tail swaying slightly like a small fan wafting cooling air over his crack. In the semi darkness of our bedroom, it reminded me vividly of the first time I had serious full on lust for my bro.

I was 14, and I had come home early from school when band practice was cancelled. I heard noises as I came up the stairs, and they were coming from Andy's room. His door was open just a slither, and I poked my snout at the gap and peeked in. I had to literally bite my tongue to avoid crying out.

His girlfriend was with him, Sophie Jenkin, a bubbly filly from the sister school to ours. Mum liked her because she was so polite. She wasn't being polite now, keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk while my brother pounded her fanny like a jackhammer.

Andy's bed pointed at the door, so I had a perfect rear view. I could see his ass moving, butt cheeks flexing wildly, hips rocking, and his stubby tail rotating like a propeller. That wasn't the best though. He had spread his legs wide to give more traction, and Sophie's hooves were lifted over his shoulders. I had a ringside seat...of his ring. His wide spread crack was laid out before me, all the way from the base of his tail across his tailhole to the back of his scrotum, big fat Dobie balls splatting into Sophie's taint on each thrust.

I saw that thick Dobie cock slamming in, the angry red knot slapping her lips but not entering for now, then sliding out leaving a trail of slick pussy fluid before slamming in again, both of them moaning and crying out as they fucked. Then I saw his little donut clenching rhythmically and his balls flattened against his body and he let out a long howl. One more powerfucking thrust and his broad red knot suddenly disappeared into Sophie and the filly screamed out her own climax while pinching his butt cheeks with her hoofed fingertips.

I just barely managed to walk away without whimpering, and headed for my own room. I jacked off five times that afternoon and evening, my poor cock raw and sore, and I was still horny. It was still my favourite jack off memory.

Now I saw that ass again, partly covered, and I instantly went back to that moment when I was 14. My cock sprung to attention, dripping Dobie pre as I watched him writhing on the bed.

Writhing...oh fuck!

I realised he had one paw buried in his boxers, right into his groin. He was asleep, but he was jerking himself, the hottest thing I could imagine. His breathing became rougher, and he rolled onto his back, still twisted to the side so I could see his front, but now I could see his groin and the magnificent tent in his boxers. His paw was moving, a slow luxurious jacking. Then he pulled down his boxers, and I saw it all.

His cock looked achingly hard, red, the knot fully swollen. His fuzzy balls jangled as he stroked, and I noticed his thick bush of coarse pubes, darker than his belly fur, just above the base of his cock. It slapped against his abdomen, the perfect six pack an incredible backdrop for eight inches of thick Dobie cock as he pawed clumsily, moaning softly in his sleep.

"Like what you see?"

I gave a jump, almost dislodging the covers, as I looked again. I had missed the glint of reflected light off two slits, his eyes half open and staring.

"Uhhhh..."

"I said, do you like what you see?"

"Um..bro...I mean..."

"Pup, seriously...I know..."

"What do you mean?"

"The stallion today? You almost drooled up an ocean there. C'mon, half the beach could see. You need to get some sunnies if you are going to perve that much"

"Oh fuck!"

"Don't worry bro, I won't tell the rents. Besides...maybe you can help me out."

"What?!"

"Well, I gave up an epic fuck for you...my balls are all swollen and needy, and I can't sleep. I'm drunk as fuck, and horny as hell...and there you are, staring at my cock like you want to eat me all up and come back for seconds..."

I hated it that Brigitte was right. I hated it that he was drunk. I hated it that I was so turned on by this.

"Bro..are you sure?"

"Nah...but my balls won't listen. They need...c'mon help your bro out..."

Like a zombie, I pulled off the covers, my own boxers tented obscenely, a dark patch visible where my cocktip was already leaking. Padding over to my bro, I stood by his bed for a second getting my bearings. He wasn't in to waiting though; one rough paw reached out, gripping my cock through my boxers.

"Ahhh!"

"There...thought so. Plus, I hate to break it to you bro...I did some German this year. I know...not my thing. Failed like a boss...but I learned enough_mein schöner Junge_

"Oh God...please..."

"Come on...just a little suck, and I won't tell anyone..."

He gave my cock an extra squeeze then cupped my balls and I woofed, dropping to my knees beside the bed. He brought his paws into action, pulling down on the base of his cock and his sheath, making his length seem even more formidable, the red pulsing meat jerking upright trailing a line of precum to his abdomen.

In a daze, I reached out, touching his balls. They were huge to my touch, and warm, perfect furry globes that I wanted so much. I held them gently, almost reverently, then I squeezed a little and drew my first deep throated moan.

"That's it pup...rough is good..."

With that encouragement, I squeezed harder, while he writhed under my touch, and getting bolder still, I bent my muzzle to him. This would not be my first time sucking cock, though I was not an expert. Still, I knew vaguely what I was doing, and I wanted to do it good. A part of my brain tried to break through the horniness and beer fuzz but it didn't stand a chance. I had fantasised about this for so long. Now I had the real thing.

My snout reached his balls, and I huffed, blowing warm air over his scrotum. He hissed at that, a long pleasured hiss, and I drew another almost as good as I pressed my snout on his sac and breathed in, filling my nostrils with the sweet scent of my brother's musk. My cock gave a jerk, trying to break my boxers, and I pulled them down to free my poor length, the tip rubbing against the edge of Andy's bed as I bent to my pleasuring task.

Tongue next, as I lapped across his balls, suckling each one into my muzzle while he whimpered and ran his paws along my head, fondling my ears.

"S...soooo good bro..."

Then a long transit of his cock. First the knot, where I lapped its full width, then right along the underside, stopping just under the swollen head. I made him wait a little as he humped his hips towards me, gripping his sac and squeezing to bring him under control again. He pleaded with a little laughing voice, half begging, half wanting it like this. Them finally I took his head into my muzzle and wrapped in in warm wet silky pleasure.

He woofed then, and bucked hard, and in spite of my grip on his nuts I still got a deep muzzle full of Dobie cock. It tasted amazing, salty and tangy, and his pre felt slick on my lips. I swirled my tongue around his head until he lay back and moaned, then gripped his cock at the base round the sheath and slowly and deliberately took him to the root, lips firmly locked on his shaft.

It didn't take many bobs up and down before I felt his cock begin to twitch ominously. I wanted it too bad to wait though.

"Bro...pull off...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...."

His paws on my head were firm, too strong for me. I complained a little but he pushed hard, and my muzzle snapped back, exposing his twitching cock. As a result, I avoided a muzzle full of Dobie seed, and got to see the release instead. The first shot was not that impressive, just spurting from the tip to fly across his belly and hit at this sternum. The next though...wow. His balls gave a huge jerk, and a thick long string of cum sprayed out, flying through the air like an arrow attached to a rope, to impact with his muzzle, cum splattering his face and ears with its white coating, then several more thick ropes followed to lay a series of lines on his chest and belly until a final drooling flow just trickled down his cock to coat his knot and balls. I saw it all, smelt it all, and heard it all from inches away. My cock ached in sympathy.

I felt those paws on my muzzle again, but this time he wasn't pushing me away. He pulled me towards him, and I felt myself suddenly pulled onto the bed. He gripped my paws, and I had a sudden moment of fear as I felt him open my thighs wide, but instead he pushed and pulled until I was over him facing the other way. We were lined up in a perfect 69, my muzzle over his groin, my groin over his muzzle...and his muzzle went in for the kill.

"Ahhhhh bro fuck!"

He speared his snout into my crevice, snuffling along my taint, lapping at my balls and the back of my scrotum, before his jaws locked on my aching length and wouldn't let go. I felt him engulf me all, an incredible hot tight sensation. I had never received; not until tonight. It felt indescribable.

Not to be outdone, I concentrated on his balls,then pulled his legs up a little and used my greater height to advantage, getting under his scrotum. I nudged them from under with my muzzle, then found his tight Dobie hole and licked, making him coo like a bird. My tongue tasted my bro's ass...and I knew I was hooked. I ate him out like a starving dog, then took his cock again and this time I was having my milk.

Andy was bobbing on my cock with long slurping strokes, sending waves of pure pleasure through me. It wasn't working though, and I had a moment of panic before he brought his paw into action. One finger found my pucker and wormed its way inside, and that was enough to do it. It felt so rough, and slightly painful, but the sheer dirty sexiness of it as well as the stimulation got me over the edge. I howled, the sound lost in his cock buried in my muzzle, and unloaded my first orgasm in a week or more into Andy's muzzle. I saw stars it was that intense, and it went on for ages.

Somewhere in the middle of my cum, Andy lost it too, and I was finally rewarded with a muzzle full of his spunk, thick and gluey and hard to swallow. I swished it round in my muzzle, savouring the taste on my tongue before gulping it down, massaging the twitching length of his cock on each swallow. He couldn't take so much stimulation and pushed me off, and I sat back on my paws wiping one paw over my muzzle which had leaked some Andy spoo. I watched him, while I licked my paw clean, my brother panting and his eyes rolling as his tongue wiped up my own spunk deposit, liberally coating his muzzle and neck.

Neither of us knew what to say, so we didn't. Still tired, and still drunk, we rolled together in a two Dobie ball and fell asleep. Tomorrow was another day after all.

*****

When I woke, it was to a painful hammering in my head. I felt next to me, where a warm divot in the bed showed that it hadn't been a dream; at least not all of it. My tongue rasped over my muzzle, and tasted further evidence; dried spoo, everywhere. The room stank of cum. As I tested more, I realised I stank of cum even more.

The toilet flushed, and I heard Andy padding about the bathroom. Then the door opened, and he came into the bedroom. He couldn't quite look at me though.

"Hey"

"Hey...ahhh, Merry Christmas pup."

"You too bro..you too..."

He headed for his bedside table, taking out his shower bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower then, and I lay back, wondering if we had just made things bad again, so soon after I thought I had him back.

Andy didn't take long, coming out draped in a towel.

"you really think you need that after..."

"I know but...I'm trying not to...you go. You need it, you have jizz all over your coat and you stink. Mum and Dad would freak.

"Almost as much as you are now hey?"

"Please, Chris...don't ....I need to get my head around this ok?"

"Ok bro...ok..."

I gave him a mournful look as I headed for the bathroom, while my bro stared into his bag searching really hard for a pair of boxers. I shed a single tear then, more in frustration than anything. At least I could cry, it had been a while.

The day started off with a serious case of the awkwards. We eventually exchanged gifts, my present of a kick ass polo well received, and I held my gift from Andy while he smiled shyly at me.

"Go on...think you might appreciate it..."

I tore off the wrapping, and had to stifle a laugh. The shiny metal case told me all I needed to know.

"Well..at least I'm prepared now."

"Absolutely!"

I pulled out a pair of Rayban Wayfarers, match to Andy's own, though pristine where his were careworn. He loved those glasses, even going snorkelling off a pier when he dropped them in the ocean once. His look when he emerged holding them was the most happy I've ever seen him. I put them on, and he pulled his out, and we stood grinning at our parents with one arm round each other. Their own smiles were a good mirror image of ours.

The gift seemed to break the spell, and we settled in to needling our parents over Christmas lunch, followed by a long session at the beach all together (not Maslin, I hasten to add), then returned to the cottage for a dinner of leftovers.

We were together again for the after dinner TV session, this time our positions were different. I shared with Andy, and I lay on the couch, my torso in his lap, while he fed me popcorn. Our parents were getting disgustingly clingy on the other couch, and they appeared not to notice.

"This movie sucks balls."

"Andrew!"

"Sorry Mum, but it sucks balls."

My Mum was still spluttering when Dad chipped in, "what would you know about sucking balls young dog?"

That made me cough my beer into the bowl of popcorn, while Andy doubled over in laughter before giving his retort.

"Nothing Dad...unlike a fine lawyer like you, I haven't had to do any ball sucking yet. But if I do, I hope you can give me some tips."

Then the warm family scene was somewhat spoiled by my Dad and brother rolling on the floor wrestling while Mum squeaked and I shot beer out my nose.

When we headed for bed, I knew what I was going to do. I didn't know if Andy knew though.

"Seriously pup..I know it's Christmas and all but...meh..."

I was wearing a fuzzy Santa hat, red velvet with white trimming, and not much else. Just my board shorts, and a special trinket. I was determined to keep in the festive spirit.

"Come on...if Santa is going to grant my wish, I need to believe."

"I can't believe you still buy in to that."

It started when I was six, and I was beginning to have my doubts about Santa, partly due to Tommy McFarlane at school taunting me with his nonexistence. To try to retrieve the situation, Mum had told me that Santa in fact was real and could grant Christmas Wishes if you were good. You had to make a wish when you cut the pudding, but you couldn't tell what it was. From then on, I got to cut the pudding, and I got to make a Christmas wish. They never came true, but it didn't matter.

"You mock...but one day, my Christmas Wish will come true and you will wake up in a Bolivian prison being muzzle fucked by gangbangers and it will all be worthwhile. And who will be mocking then?"

"Nice...are they cute gangbangers at least?"

"Nah big ugly guys with big guts and sweat stains in their pits."

"Thanks, nice to see I taught my little bro well in all things."

"Thank you Master..."

"So...er, bro...I mean..."

"Andy, I..."

"No, really, let me speak. I'm really sorry, I was drunk but it's no excuse. I shouldn't have done that, to my own brother, there is nothing I can say that makes it right, I just...I hope you can forgive me."

"You finished?"

"I really do, I hope you can forgive me and umpfgh!...."

I pulled him towards me hard, my paws gripping the waistband of his board shorts. His body slammed against mine, and I kissed him, hard, right on the muzzle. He tried to fight it, but I kept on, and he relaxed, kissing back warmly and passionately, his own paws finding my ass. He gripped my butt, tight, then his paws slipped inside my shorts, fondling my cheeks while we ground together. He pushed back again though, and broke the kiss before staring at me angrily.

"The fuck Chris!"

"Andy, you have nothing to be forgiven for. I wanted you, fuck I've wanted you for so long."

"But...you're my little brother, this is so fucking wrong..."

"Does it feel wrong Andy? Does this feel wrong?"

I kissed him, soft and slow, my lips exploring his, tongues just resting before tentatively searching and finding the tips to caress. He wasn't pulling away now, but he did break the kiss.

"Pup, Chris...we can't!"

"We did bro, and I loved it. I want more...and I can feel you do too...plus, I realised something that was nagging at me."

"What?"

"When we were on the beach, and the girls came along. I was hard as a rock, but you were too. Thing is...you hadn't seen the girls yet. The only other folks on the beach were two ancient wrinkly otters, the stallion and me. Please tell me it wasn't the otters that got you boned."

"I....I..."

"Which one of us was it?"

Andy sighed and rested his muzzle on my chest.

"Both of you. The stallion, and you. I told you that you were a stud dog pup. When you boned up...I couldn't take my eyes off you. The stallion got me started, I saw you watching him, and I don't blame you. He's fucking hot. Then I saw you and I hated myself for thinking ...what I was thinking..."

"What...?"

"A threesome...the stallion, me...and you..."

"Do you like...like guys, or is this just..."

"I'm bi Chris. I've known a while. What about you?"

"Gay. Queer as a proverbial three dollar bill."

"Well fuck..."

"I thought you'd never ask."

I pulled him against me and ravished his face. I wanted more, all of it. My paws delved inside his shorts, pulling at his sheath and his sac until his thick doggy cock began to poke from its hiding place and I could stroke it to full erection. Then I knelt before my big bro, and pulled down his shorts and boxers. There was something incredibly sexy about kneeling like this, at groin level, seeing every beautiful line on his body. His thighs never ceased to amaze me, so strong and powerful, all that football and running. Now I let my paws roam over them before hefting his nuts and bending forward to suckle his juicy cock. His paws rested on the side of my head, stroking, caressing but not demanding. My brother was being immensely careful with his little bro.

This was not what I wanted though. Not tonight. I stood, watching him watching me uncertainly. I kissed him, taking his paws and putting them inside my pants. I wanted to be naked too...I would need to be before....

"Hey...what the?"

"Oh, just a festive touch."

He gave me a confused look, then yanked hard on my shorts, slipping them and my boxers down in one pull. Then he grunted.

"Oh for fuck sake..."

I had carefully wrapped a length of red sparkly tinsel around the top of my scrotum, with a little gold bell attached. A nice decoration for my tree...which was now a mighty pine, extended to its full length. No angel on the top, but it did have a pearly glob of precum.

"See...every time a Dobie cums, an angel gets its wings..."

He snorted at that. "Fuck I hate that movie...well, there better be a shitload of angels then, because I know a certain Dobie who used to cum five times a night. Your bed never stopped squeaking, I felt like slipping bromide in your coke so I could get some sleep, you were so horny all the time."

"And all those times I was thinking of you bro..." not strictly true, but enough to ring true.

He tilted his muzzle a bit then, looking down the barrel of those big blue eyes at me. He could see everything, and it wasn't helping.

"Ahhhh fuck....Chris...I shouldn't..."

"Shhh...just feel bro...you taught me to trust my instincts...that's what I'm doing..."

We kissed, long and hard, each of us stroking the other's cock. Then Andy pulled ours together, jacking them simultaneously pressed flesh to flesh. I had a sudden realisation

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah, told you. You beat me out by a good inch bro...though I have you covered in thickness."

The feel of his hardness touching mine was too good, too perfect. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now. Gripping his shoulders, I pulled my bro over to the bed, then pulled away from him while he tried to hold me close. Instead, I looked at him thought half lidded eyes, and jumped on the bed, taking up a perfect position on all fours.

"Please Andy...please..."

"Ohhhhh God!"

I felt him close, his paws on me. He stroked my ass, playing with my stub tail, then sliding his fingers down my crack. His fingertips found my pucker and I sucked in a big breath in anticipation. One finger pressed, and I bit my tongue and tried to stay silent, but a small whimper came out anyway.

"Chris! You are so tight!"

"I've never...well, no one has ever even fingered me before. You were the first last night."

"You're a virgin?!"

"Andy, I have been in the closet. Every guy I told who I thought was my friend got weirded out, and the one guy I really liked let me suck him off but he didn't want to do anything more when he got a girlfriend. I want it so bad, to feel another guy, and it never happened. You are the right guy for me Andy, please, I don't care if it hurts, please just fuck me."

He pressed again, one finger sliding inside. I moaned, softly, while he probed in deeper, and his other paw cupped my balls and fondled them so sweetly. Then he pulled his finger from me and I waited.

"No...Chris...no..."

I was ready to pound my fists on the bed in frustration.

"Why the hell..."

He bent down and kissed me, and I struggled against his kisses but eventually melted into them they felt so good. Then he sat back and looked at me.

"You are my younger bro. Its wrong so many ways. Plus, this is your first, and you are so not ready. You need a nice deer, or a feline, someone smaller. In fifty years when you are old and grey, I want you to look back on your first time and smile, not think about how it was your bro who popped your cherry, or how much it hurt. I'm sorry."

"But we did...I mean..."

"I know...and I want it too, and I can just about forgive myself but not that way. I have a better idea."

I was curious now, and I sat back and watched as he went to his bedside drawer and rustled around in his shower bag. I didn't know what to expect, so I was stunned when he pulled out a small box and a clear bottle.

"I thought..."

"I'm not taking your tailhole bro. You deserve a special time with someone you could spend your life with if it came to it. But I can just about live with this...being your first time, giving. I want you in my tailhole bro, if you want it too. I can teach you one more thing, brother's duty. You better be a good student though."

"Yes...yes...the best...awesome...holy shit..."

"Lie back."

I did as ordered, and Andy showed me how to roll on a condom, so it fit snugly over my knot, after he took off my tinsel and threw it on the floor with a grimace. Then he showed me how to lube up a cock, spreading the thick clear liquid over my length until I was leaking into the condom.

"Now...you need to get my ass ready. Your mammoth Dobie stick is not going to be easy, so you need me ready."

He took up the position I had been in, but I wanted to make it special for him too. Before I lathered his tailhole, I wanted another taste. I bent forward to bring my snout under his tail, sniffing that heady aroma of Dobie stud, his funky ass scent, and the smell of cum still clinging to the fuzz on his balls and taint. I lapped along his crack, circling his tail, then his hole, then down to his balls, nuzzling those big Dobie nuggets and teasing his cocktip before I covered one paw in lube. I tried one finger first, genty easing it into his pucker, then a second, before finally reaching the three finger stage, sawing them in and out and coating his tight ass with thick fluid. I could feel his anus clenching on my paw, imagining the feel of it on my cock. I wouldn't need to imagine much longer.

"How...I mean...whats best and..."

"Like this pup...I want to see you."

Then my stud bro lay back on the bed, pulling out one of the pillows to prop it under his ass. He spread his legs wide, his footpaws pointing at me, his cock pointing to his muzzle, and he smiled and licked his lips.

"Come and get it pup."

I slid between his legs, pulling his thighs over mine, lifting his tailhole closer to my cock. I had to bend it down, hard, and it was painful, so I leaned over him to improve the angle and I suddenly felt my cock tip touching his balls. Andy lent up to kiss my neck, and whispered in my ear.

"Now...find my tailhole...you can do it."

I bucked my hips a few times, only succeeding in sliding my cock along his and between his balls. Eventually I worked out that my paw would be better, and using that to guide me in, I pushed down and slid under his sac. A little more play and I found my target, one tight quivering Dobie bud.

"That's it bro...now, push in a little but stop when I say ok?"

I just nodded, waiting and gulping down air, before I pushed with my hips. I felt his pucker pushing in, then suddenly yielding, and the most amazing hot tight sensation enveloped my cock head as my bro kissed me and grimaced into the penetration. I kept on, sliding in so slow, then I felt his claws on my back.

"S..stop....just a sec..."

We kissed like that for a long time, then I rocked my hips a little side to side, opening him up until he was moaning. I felt so light against his broad muscled frame, and yet here I was taking my big bro's ass, and he was loving it. There could never be anything better than this.

"Now...deeper..."

I looked in his eyes to make sure he was ok, and flexed my thighs and hips, pushing in longer. He whimpered a little but pressed his footpaws on the back of my thighs and drew me in deeper, and I could only slide inside until I felt my knot hit his pucker and stop.

"That's it Chris..ohhh my stud dog, you feel so good...now, start slow, and build up speed."

His legs locked in the small of my back, and I leant over him now, our muzzles entwined in a never-ending kiss. I felt his paws on my chest, holding me up, over his body but not touching, while I began to fuck with long careful strokes, my cock bottoming out and drawing a grunt before sliding out to the head and in again. His expression was sublime, head thrown back and tongue lolling out, his eyes clenched as he took my cock with his body and his soul, and his ass fluttered against my skin.

"Now...jack me stud dog...give me a good pawing, while you fuck....I want to cum against you, I want your coat smelling of me...that's it grip hard and jack long, all the way to the knot...yessssss....."

The last hiss came when I thrust extra hard, burying the last inch in him, my knot almost spreading his pucker. I felt it strain, and almost give in...ohhhh so close. I gripped him tight, just like he ordered. I would leap over a cliff for him now if he ordered. I could feel him clenching his ass, riding my cock and increasing the pleasure. I slid my paw over his length, already slick from the lube, and played with his cockhead on each stroke. I could feel a burning in my balls, unable to believe it might happen so soon, but the burning stopped for now.

"That's it pup...ohhh my sexy pup....give it to me now...hard...take your bitch pup...fuck!"

"Yeah!....oh yeah....."

I was in heat, humping faster and harder, not caring about finesse or gentleness any more. I wanted that release, and I wanted to mark my older brothers ass with my seed. His paws dug into my chest, claws scraping my nipples as I pounded into him. My hips moved in a blur, wanting so bad to make him feel good. My cock swelled, and my knot ached, and I rammed inside ever harder while I milked his thick Dobie cock like it was my own, the way it needed it after the fourth cum of the night when I still ached with pent up seed. That desperate stroke to draw out a hard ball shattering cum; I gave his cock the works, and I felt the precum drooling into my paw.

His grunts were getting louder now, and amongst the low guttural sounds was a hissing 'yes...yes...yes..." that drove me on, until with one supreme thrust, from all the way out just the tip inside, I slammed in and drove my knot into his beaten ass, spreading that little pucker until it broke, and my big bro bit my neck to stifle a crying howl of need and pain.

His ass spasmed, then gripped, then shook an clenched, clenched, clenched and I felt myself falling, falling as I spurted a mammoth load into the condom. At the same time, I smelt the sharp tang of cum and my belly warmed to the feel of spunk spraying across my fur, coating us both in a thick dripping mess of Dobie seed.

Andy's arms gave out then, and I fell onto his body, out chests rubbing together, his bulging pecs feeling perfect against me, and he used his footpaws to push my ass down and hold it down, keeping me tied inside him as we kissed, lost in the afterglow.

"Oh hell bro...that was..."

"Yeah...not bad..."

"Well, a couple more angels got their wings at least. Fucking ass, you can't tell me you are a virgin."

"Well, not any more."

"How did you last that long?"

"Err...I have a secret. Big doses of antidepressants...makes it really hard to cum. I hadn't cum for a week before we got here, I used to wank for half an hour then give up."

He held me then, soothing me with strokes on my back, and nibbles on my ears until I just melted into his arms. He used his strength to roll us both, my cock still tied inside, so we were lying on our sides, looking into each other's eyes.

"Ok bro...now we can talk. No secrets. All of it...the last two years. You go first."

I told him all of it, being alone, lost in my own life. The friends I finally reached out to, to tell them about being gay, the excuses they came up with not to get together after school, the yearning. The guy who broke my heart, who introduced me to sex, who I thought cared. Then he got a girlfriend, and the way he told me.

"He said I was welcome to come round and give him blowjobs when his girl wasn't around, but that was it. And he laughed, like I was a moron for thinking I meant something other than a warm muzzle to suck his cock dry. I was a moron I guess."

Then the depression, coming slow and steady like a vise until I couldn't breathe.

"I'm sorry bro. I failed you, and I can't make it up to you easy."

"What about this?"

"Sex doesn't count, not this. I still feel guilty about this, probably always will, but not enough to regret it. I'd still do it, and take the guilt."

"What about you bro, what's your story?"

"I'm no better than you pup. Older but no wiser...I've fallen for two guys in my life, and both broke my heart. The second was Morgan."

"Holy shit!"

"Morgan looks like such a together guy, and I fell for it. Underneath though he is one fucked up cat. It got worse, and I tried to help him, and ended up falling for him instead of staying at arms length. He would do the whole emotional blackmail thing, and I fell for it, and we started fucking. He was insatiable, didn't matter if it was booze, drugs or sex. He couldn't have enough, and when he was on an upswing it was like being with the energiser bunny. On a downswing though..."

"How did he stay in uni?"

"Morgan has an incredible brain. He could pass half stoned on no study and having missed all the lectures. He could keep a façade, even when he was totally fucked up. I couldn't. When we got together, I ended up matching him drink for drink, pill for pill and fuck for fuck. I would stay up for 36 hours on speed, fucking every hour or two, and it felt amazing, but I couldn't keep the façade up. I crashed and burned, totally. And then Morgan got on a downswing and took an overdose."

"Fuck! Is he...?"

"Yeah, he made it, but he's fried. I don't know if he will be able to go back ever, at least not any time soon. And he won't talk to me, my best friend and lover. Last I saw him, he was taking three big guys from the rugby team in our bed and looking at me with such...triumph, like he had one over on me. I walked out and didn't go back, then he ended up in hospital and he wouldn't see me."

We held a long time in that simple intimacy of lovers, pressing our snouts together and just touching. My cock stayed hard, and my knot full though, and I knew better than to pull out just yet.

"So...what do we do Chris?"

"Why no pup?"

"After this, I don't think pup is right. You're a stud dog, you get your stud dog name from now on."

"Do you mean we get to do this again?"

"Yeah, sometimes. We should always have this, something just for us. Once you get a boyfriend, and you get your tailhole well stuffed, I get next dibs though. I want that ass, just once it's nice and ready and you know what lovemaking means."

"And we always talk?"

"Always bro...us Dobies have to stick together. With our clueless parents, it's a necessity. Plus, we both have to face some of the same things, and it's a lot easier when you aren't alone. Only, one thing. Promise not to make any more bad references to Christmas movies."

"I promise" and then I wriggled my hips enough to draw a moan from my big bro. His grin told me he was ready for round two.

*****

The sun beat down mercilessly, and it was destined to be another scorcher. We had left Mum and Dad to tour the wineries, and headed for the beach. Mum was crying, but a good crying I guess. The wine might soothe her.

Andy had come clean, on it all, and I had too. Well, most of it. Not what we had done, obviously. Andy had promised to go into rehab for the drinking and the pills, and Mum would get him a referral to a good clinic. He wouldn't be going back to uni for a bit no matter what, but he was ok with that.

Mum took my depression worse, in some ways, partly because I had gone to her partner. I promised to tell her if I had suicidal thoughts. I didn't tell her I had them daily for the last term at school; but I also didn't tell her I doubted I'd have them again.

"I'm telling you bro...Maslin it is. Surf report is never wrong."

"Fine...just, no Germans ok?"

"Promise...no Germans."

I knew the route this time, and the carpark was nice and familiar. I let out a soft sigh of relief when I found no battered Kombi in sight.

"I heard that sigh"

"Just...glad I get you to myself this time."

We padded down to the beach, surfboards at the ready. The beach looked as good as ever, the tide ebbing slightly. We headed for the same patch of sand as before and set up our little camp.

"So, I never did ask, did you get your Christmas wish?"

"Hey, you know I can't tell...all I can say is, partly."

"Hmmm....wished for me to plow your tailhole did you?"

"Something like that."

"Well, maybe Santa is real after all, he's just looking out for you."

I didn't tell him, of course. He wasn't close, really. I wished for him to be happy, and for us to be close again. Being with me seemed to have done the trick, at least partly, as much as it made me delirious too, I was mainly just plased to see him back to the dog I loved.

I scanned the beach, seeing if the crowd was making use of the "clothing optional" status today, when I spied a familiar figure. The stallion I had seen on Christmas eve was back, just as magnificent, and just as naked. He was also still looking over towards us, his eyes hidden behind black Raybans.

"Hey, the stallion is back!"

I gripped my bro's arm, pulling him over and pointing.

"Hey, don't point. For fuck sake, he'll see."

"So?"

"I don't want the bastard to see I've seen him."

A penny started dropping, slowly.

"Hang on...you know him?"

"Yeah...a little..."

"Cough bro...out with it."

"Well, you know I said I had fallen for two guys, and both broke my heart?"

"Yeah, so?"

"He's the first. He was also my first...you know."

"Him?!"

"Yeah, how do you think I took you so easy? A few times with Marco there and my ass was destined to be forever loose and pliant."

"What the hell...what happened?"

"Couple of years ago. You were somewhere in Queensland with that ram...whatsisname....Bryn?"

"And you came with Mum and Dad..."

"And came here for the first time. I met Marco, he lives not far from here. He was...is...amazing, I couldn't get enough of him. We fucked, and it was so magic...and I thought it would be like that all the time. My first guy; I was convinced we would marry and adopt kids, one dog, one horse and live by the beach and surf and fuck for ever."

"Then I went home, and he didn't return my calls, and I checked out his muzzlebook page and he was fucking a bull from Adelaide next."

"Sheeet....so what do you want to do?"

"Throw myself at his hooves and have him fuck my brains out?"

"What...here?"

"Smart arse. Though the idea is kind of hot..."

"Hang on...when the girls were all over us, and you had Heike giving you a pawjob, were you trying to get him jealous?"

"Absofuckinglutely bro. Make em eat their hearts out for ever letting you go. My final lesson from your big bro...I think I've taught you all I can."

"Maybe it's time for the student to branch out on his own then."

"What do you mean?"

"You want to go to him don't you."

"Yeah but..."

"No buts. Go for it. Make him want you, make him explain, hell, kick him in the nuts if you want."

"But, Chris, I don't want to leave you alone...."

"Bwaaaaaaak bwak bwak bwak bwak..."

"You are not..."

"Bwaaaaaak bwk bwak bwak"

"One more chicken noise and I kill you."

"Cmon...go for it."

He smiled then, a big genuine smile and kissed me right on the muzzle.

"Tonight bro...your cock, my tailhole."

"Only if stallion boy doesn't get there first...I don't want sloppy seconds."

He gave me a lopsided grin, and was about to run off but thought for a moment.

"You know the deer at the pizza joint...the cute one with the earring, makes the garlic pizzas so good?"

"Yeah?"

"He's been checking you out Chris, every time we go in there. He wants you, stud dog. Trust me."

"But...how come..."

"There is one more thing I need to teach you, obviously. You have no fucking Gaydar at all. Don't worry...big bro will help."

I returned his grin as my Andy sped off down the beach, directly towards the stallion. The big Shire watched him come, standing as he approached...then got down on his knees and begged, absolutely priceless. I saw my brother run a paw through his mane, then the stallion bent forward to kiss Andy's balls. I didn't mind. They would always be partly mine, but never wholly mine, and that was as it should be. I knew that now, and maybe I had got my wish after all, watching them smiling and laughing.

Besides...that deer in the pizza joint was fucking hot.