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Post-Workout Cooldown for Heru by Draconicon

Mike shut the door behind him before following his brother into their apartment. The doberman's workout shorts were riding up between his ass cheeks, and he chuckled as he tugged on them for the umpteenth time, pulling them out from between his ass cheeks. He knew they'd be back in just a few minutes, but he barely cared.

"You remembered to set up the free weights for our squats, right, Gene?"

"Yeah, yeah. They're back here. Come on."

He chuckled at his brother's off-handed nature, rubbing the back of his hand against his head. They'd both built up quite a sweat with their time at the gym, and it wasn't quite over yet. Teminth had been right; after a massage like he gave, their legs needed plenty of exercise to keep at peak potential, and squats were some of the best things they could do.

Walking down to the room they'd converted for some home exercises, Mike was met with the scent of potent musk, his nose filled with the smell of sweat. He grinned as he looked at his brother, large fifty pound weights in his hands as he stood up and down, up and down, keeping the movements even.

"Couldn't wait for me, could ya?"

"You know me. I'm always training."

"And getting better looking by the minute from it."

Gene laughed at his comment, and Mike joined him, chuckling as he picked up a few weights of his own. The two brothers stood next to each other, squatting, then standing, then squatting again, their legs flexing hard with each repetition of their exercise.

As they built up a sweat, Mike kept looking over at his brother. Gene was just as built as he was, maybe just a bit more. Which was understandable; Gene was older than him and had started at the gym first. But he had never thought that his brother looked so...good. The gym shorts he wore clung to his ass tightly, the normally loose clothes tight to the other dog's ass with sweat and how much muscle he'd built up. Mike knew that if he'd been standing behind his brother, he could have seen his ass in full detail, and recently, probably his hole.

He knew that his shorts had the same effect with him. Every time that he dropped down, he felt them sliding against his hole, clinging to it. Mike almost wished there were mirrors on the wall so that he could see his muscles bulging, so he could see how good he looked. He thought that he was getting close to looking as good as his brother, but he didn't know for sure.

Click. He dropped the weights on the floor on the next squat, and he turned to the rack to pick up a smaller pair. As he did, he turned just enough to get a nice eyeful of Gene's crotch, and he grinned at the sight.

If the backs were tighter in their shorts, so were the fronts. For Gene, it showed off one hell of a cock, throbbing hard inside of the tight clothes. Ever since their first times with Teminth in his massage parlor in the back of the gym, the two of them had been enjoying working out more than ever, and Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd been soft at the gym. And he certainly didn't mind looking...even at his brother.

He was just about to get back to his workout when Gene grabbed him by the arm.

"Hey, bro, I had an idea."

"Heh, you always have good ones. What's on your mind?"

"You remember those exercises back at the gym? Those ones that Teminth was having us try?"

"You mean me holding a squat over his face while you did some free ones over his special shaft?"

"Heh, you bet. Why don't we try that? See who can do more."

"If we're gonna do that, we're gonna need to get each other ready, first."

"Just like old times, right, Mike?"

He chuckled, nodding his head as he remembered a few old, drunken times where the two of them had experimented with each other. They'd stopped that after the second time, but ever since getting back to the gym together, moving in, Mike had been wondering...

But now he'd get to have his brother again. The doberman grinned as Gene started pulling off his shorts, and he did the same, pulling the sweaty garment down his legs and kicking it aside. All that was left was the jockstrap he wore, covering his oozing cock and smelling strongly of his musk.

"You want me to get you ready first?"

"I think we can get each other ready."

"Mmmm, sounds good, big brother."

Chuckling, the two of them went to the floor, lying on their sides with one leg up. Mike felt his brother's nose bumping under his cropped tail, and he groaned at the cold feeling against his hot, sweaty flesh.

Not wanting his brother to wait, Mike pushed his nose under Gene's tail. His brother's ass was clean, smelling strongly of sweat, but also of hot musk, of a male that took pride in his body and constantly built it up. He groaned, his head swimming at the additional scent of the pre-soaked jockstrap just above him, and his head wobbled from side to side as he tried to collect his thoughts.

It took his brother's tongue against his hole to get him moving again, but even that was mostly after groaning and pushing back to meet the licking. He panted softly, feeling the slow, long drags of his brother's tongue along his ass, tugging on him, teasing him, making him all slick and slimy back there.

He needed to give his brother the same feeling.

Sticking out his tongue with a deep moan, he dragged his tongue along Gene's hole. His brother moaned, and Mike busied himself. Each lick cleared a line of sweat from his brother's furry, hard-muscled ass, dragging it into his mouth. He savored the warm taste before swallowing it, then going back to lick it again. He dragged his tongue over the hot flesh again and again, feeling the ungiving muscle beneath his tongue, digging his fingers into his brother's ass cheeks to grope it, enjoy the pure power beneath the flesh.

He shoved his face between the naturally spread ass cheeks, thankful for the change as much as his brother probably was. Not having to keep the cheeks spread, his hands were free to go where they wanted, and he reached down, grabbing his brother's jock and tugging it down enough to reveal the cock beneath.

"Oh, Gene..."

Grabbing hold of the thick, hard cock, he stroked it fast. It was slimy and slick with pre, his hand instantly soaked in the musky goo. His brother bucked his hips against his fist, and Mike grinned as he realized he had one-upped his older brother.

As Gene groaned and moaned, Mike stuck his tongue against his brother's hole again, flicking it against the puckering rim. It flexed against his tongue, each little push showing him how eager it was for something to slide inside. The doberman grinned, dragging his tongue along it, teasing it, keeping it from getting what it wanted.

He stroked and licked Gene until his brother finally gave in. Getting one last lick to his ass in return, Mike was pushed away, rolled onto his back as Gene grabbed hold of the weights again. Mike grinned up at him as the older doberman straddled his waist, his cock sliding between Gene's ass cheeks a few times before he pointed the tip at the hole.

"Ready, bro?"

"I'm always ready for this, Mike. Keep count; you gotta beat me if you want to get out of cooking dinner tonight."

"You're on."

With that, Gene slid down, his powerful legs guiding his hard ass down Mike's cock. With every inch that slid in, Mike groaned in pleasure, arching his back at the warmth that surrounded his cock. The formerly tight hole his brother had boasted had loosened considerably over the last few weeks, but tonight, it was still tight enough to leave him groaning and moaning and curling his toes in pleasure.

He felt his own spit sliding back down his cock, sliming it up as much as his pre did. The feeling of being inside his brother's ass was amazing, and he almost forgot to tap the ground and count as his brother came down for the second squat.

"Two...damn, that's good."

"You know it. I got good legs, don't I?"

"And an even better ass."

"Heh, maybe, but yours is better."

"You know it."

Up and down, up and down Gene went, and Mike grinned as he leaned his head back, tapping his hand and counting each time he felt Gene hit the base of his cock. His balls were slowly pulling up, and he knew he'd blow his load before much longer.

Despite that, he flashed back to the gym again. All that time, spent naked with all those other hard-working men. None of them angry, none of them pushing to be better except in the friendliest of competition. They were all so relaxed, so happy, so comfortable at the gym, like it was a second home with a ton of family.

And it was all because of Teminth. He grinned at the thought of the dragon massage therapist, thinking of all the things that he and Gene would have missed out on if it hadn't been for the big guy. The dragon had made them all so comfortable with each other, even him and Gene, making this all possible.

He groaned, feeling so close to the edge. Just a few more. Just a few -

And suddenly, Gene stopped. On the 80th squat, his big brother stopped. Mike opened his eyes, panting as the sweaty doberman slid off of his cock, and laid on the ground. Gene patted him on the chest.

"Your turn."

"Come on, I was so close."

"Yeah, well, you can probably finish when you start bouncing on my cock."

"Yeah, but still."

"Stop complaining, bro; you know you like having something under your tail."

"Not as much as you do."

"Well, nobody likes it as much as I do. Particularly from you, huh?"

Mike chuckled at his brother's push before getting to his feet. He stretched out his arms a few times, flexing them before stretching his legs. He felt his hole flex as he squatted down, the warm 'kiss' of his brother's cock head against his ass making him shiver. He rubbed against it a few times, and then pushed down. Hard.

"GAH! Little warning, bro!"

"Heh, quitters don't get warnings."

"I swear, I'm gonna - oooooh!"

He grinned as he bounced up and down, taking that cock deep into his ass. Every thrust left him feeling a new sort of pleasure, but he was focused on the work-out again. 80 squats would be a hard number to beat, but he was pretty sure he could do it. And with his brother's early stop, he had the perfect incentive.

The End