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Eric and Milo: A First Time for Everything

By Green

Milo Thompson lay sprawled across the loveseat as he flipped through the TV channels, unable to find anything good to watch. The skinny, seventeen-year-old German shepherd sighed and scratched an itch on his crotch through his pants. When he began to stir and react to his own touch, he realized it had been a while since he'd "let off some steam", and put some thought to going to his room and whacking off at his leisure. Those thoughts were put aside when the front door to the house opened up and his older brother Eric walked in. Milo smiled.

Why do it myself when someone else can do it for me?

A couple of weeks earlier, Milo had been caught masturbating in Eric's room, and he'd admitted to his trusted brother that it was because of dreams he'd had where the two young canines had had sex. It was strange, looking back, Milo was glad Eric had caught him; Milo had been upset for quite a while before that, wondering if the dreams meant he was secretly gay or bisexual, or if he was subconsciously in love with his own brother. The fact that he still had a decided lust for the female form, added to his experimentations with gay porn, which invariably ended with revulsion, not orgasm, served only to confuse him further. Eric had set him straight, so to speak. Sex was an important part of his life, and he wanted to share it with the big brother he looked up to more than any other person. To Milo's great shock, instead of getting angry at him, Eric had offered to show his younger brother a more pleasurable method of masturbating, and proceeded to give him a hands-on demonstration. That was the beginning of something Milo could never have predicted. Since then, the brothers had gotten together on a number of occasions, experimenting with each other, bringing each other as much pleasure as possible. At first, Milo had worried that they were simply in denial about what they were doing. But Eric had always been there to reassure him: in this day and age, it didn't matter who they were with. And even if it did, Eric was the only male Milo found attractive, and vice-versa. 'I wouldn't do this for any other dude in the world, Milo. It's okay because it's you.'

So now, Milo practically hopped out of his seat and headed to the front door, tail wagging behind him. He stopped, though, when he actually laid eyes upon his brother. Eric had gone out to play soccer with his friends, and now wearily leaned against the wall, removing his cleats, almost completely covered in grass and mud. In addition, there was a large bruise on his right cheek.

"Holy shit, Eric. What happened?"

The older shepherd glanced up and smiled weakly.

"Hey Milo. We didn't stop when it started raining, that's what happened."

"So the rain punched you in the face?"

"No, that was Mark, it was an elbow, and it was an accident."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. We were both falling down at the time."

"Well, you look like shit."

Eric snorted in amusement.

"Thanks man. Appreciate you sparing my feelings like that. I'ma go take a shower."

He dropped the shoes and winced as he straightened up, rubbing his back. Milo frowned as he watched his brother limp up the stairs, obviously favouring one leg over the other. It just wasn't right that Eric was hurt and there was nothing Milo could do to make him feel better. As he considered returning to the couch, he heard the shower starting, and an idea popped into his head. Smiling widely and moving quickly, he hurried to the kitchen and reached into the pantry. Hanging on the wall was a small key with cobwebs on it. It was the key to the bathrooms, in case they got locked closed with no one inside. That hadn't happened in years, but Milo had something different in mind. He hurried up the stairs and looked around quickly. It would do him no good at all to get caught by Anne, his only sister, who was between him and Eric in terms of age. Seeing that her door was closed (with pop music playing loudly within), he made his move. Unlocking the door was quick and easy - the mechanism wasn't as complicated as, say, the front door, so the key wasn't much more than a rectangular slab. It came unlocked with a pop, and he stepped into the bathroom as quietly as he could, closing and locking the door behind him with equal care.

Milo turned to the shower, letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The shower in the Thompson house looked like a small room, with two glass doors that swung outwards from the middle blocking off the tiled area. The glass in the doors was smoky, so with the added steam from the shower, Milo could only make out his brother's vague outline. He decided that Eric was completely unaware of his presence. He swallowed hard and tried to slow down his rapidly-beating heart as he stripped, placing his clothes in a neat pile on the counter. The only other article of clothing in the room was a soaking wet pair of Eric's boxers, tossed casually on the floor.

He must have put all the other stuff straight into the laundry.

Once he was as naked as the proverbial jaybird, Milo crept forward, wondering how to actually get inside. As he watched, Eric bent down slightly, then raised his hands to his head.

He must be putting shampoo in. Nice. He'll be distracted by that.

As quietly as he could, he pulled open the first door, and stepped in behind Eric, pulling the door closed as he did. Looking at his older brother's back, he saw two more bruises, one on his lower back and another on his shoulder blade. That just encouraged him to complete the plan. Gathering up all his courage, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his oblivious brother, gently placing them on his chest and stomach.

"Jesus Christ!"

Having anticipated that kind of response, he held Eric tightly, to prevent him from falling down in his surprise.

"Easy, Eric. It's just me."

His brother looked over his shoulder and shook his head in disbelief.

"Fuck me sideways, Milo! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I feel shitty enough as it is."

Milo smiled and began to gently rub up and down his brother's torso.

"Actually, that's why I'm here. I wanted to help my big brother feel better."

Before Eric could say anything, there was a knock at the door, followed by a raised voice. Once again, his younger sister Anne was at the door, and he and Milo were naked together.

"Eric? Are you okay? I heard a scream."

Eric blushed, wondering what she would think if she could see them like this. Milo did not help matters any when he started playing with his brother's nipples.

"Uh, no, Anne, everything's okay, I think Milo flushed the toilet downstairs is all."

There was no response. Apparently she'd gone back to her room, and her music. Milo looked back up at Eric, an impish smile on his face.

"Well then, now that we're alone..."

He pressed his chest against his brother's back and continued rubbing. His smile widened when Eric relaxed in his embrace. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he gently massaged the pain out of every part of his brother's body, even backing away to get at the bruises on his back. Eric groaned quietly as Milo continued to rub and knead at his body.

"God, Milo, that feels so good..."

"I can see that."

Sure enough, despite Milo's hands not going near that area, the intimacy of the massage had caused Eric Jr. to swell and grow hard.

"Here, let me take care of that..."

Eric bit down on his lip to avoid moaning out loud as Milo reached forward and took his brother's manhood in hand, stroking him slowly and gently. Soon Eric was panting like a feral as he quivered in his brother's arms, drops of pre forming on his tip and instantly being washed away by the shower. Milo stepped forward to hug him even tighter, and let out a surprised gasp as their bodies pressed together. The reason was quite simple. While he'd been so focused on Eric's body, Milo himself had gotten quite hard. Now his erection was pressed against Eric's backside, the shaft comfortably hot dogged between his buttocks, the tip being tickled by his older brother's wagging tail. The significance of this position was not lost on either of them. For a moment, they froze, neither saying anything, neither doing anything. And then, as if nothing was different, Milo continued to stroke his brother's aching flesh. For a few minutes, the universe consisted entirely of the two young shepherds and the feelings they were instilling in each other. It couldn't last forever, though, and Eric grew more and more agitated as his little brother's insistent fingers pushed him closer and closer to the edge, letting out a quiet whimper as he shuddered against the other male's body.

"Fuck, Milo, I'm almost there!"

"Didn't I say I would make you feel better?"

"Oh shit... oh shit..."

"That's it; you don't have to hold anything back."

Without another word, Eric's entire body stiffened, and his knees buckled as he was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. Milo supported his brother, but the extra weight just pushed his dick against the older dog even harder. He wasn't paying attention to that, however, instead watching the hot seed jetting out of his brother's cock in time with his staccato breathing, splattering all over the tile wall in front of them, quickly washing away down the drain under the relentless flow of water. Eric's climax seemed to last longer than usual, spurting endlessly in his brother's hand, but eventually his muscles relaxed and he got his footing back, leaning against the wall while he caught his breath.

"God damn, that was nice."

"Feeling better?"

"Much."

"Good. I'll just leave you to clean yourself up and-"

Milo had turned to leave the shower, but felt a hand on his tail.

"You don't think I'd let you go without returning the favour first, do you?"

Eric tugged him back into the water stream, gently turned him around, and then surprised the hell out of his little brother by dropping to his knees in front of him.

"But you hate going down on oh my God..."

He shuddered and leaned forward as Eric took his rod into his mouth. The warmth and wetness always overwhelmed Milo with pleasure at first. If he were a cartoon character, there'd be little hearts floating out of his head. He grabbed onto Eric's ears as his brother teased the end of his length with his tongue, a smirk appearing in his eyes if not his mouth, which was of course otherwise occupied.

"God, Eric, for something you hate to do, you sure are good at this. Have you been practicing?"

Eric closed his mouth just enough for Milo to feel teeth on his cock, a half-serious warning, one that Milo wisely took to heart, quieting down as his older brother's tongue ran over every inch of his aching cock. Milo didn't last as long as Eric had, but that may just have been because what Eric was doing to him felt better than what he had done to Eric. It wasn't too long before he moaned out,

"Oh fuck, Eric, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

To his surprise, Eric remained exactly where he was, even after Milo shuddered and began to spurt his warm cream into his brother's mouth. Tail wagging behind him as he was overcome with bliss, Milo came so hard he had trouble seeing. When it was finally done, Eric carefully pulled his brother's deflating flesh out of his mouth and spat the semen out into the stream of water under their feet, where it was whisked away to the drain. Milo was still dazed, a goofy grin plastered across his face as Eric stood up and rinsed himself off one last time.

"Wow, that was a good one..."

"Yeah, well what you did helped me all over so I figure you deserved it."

"Thanks Eric."

"Don't mention it."

He killed the water, opened the door, and stepped out, and Milo found, to his shock, that his eyes were drawn to his brother's well-formed butt, that he suddenly remembered the feeling of his erection pressed against it. He shook it off and left the shower. Eric just wrapped a towel around his waist, but Milo stayed behind, both to avoid the awkward visual of both of them leaving the bathroom at once, and to take a moment in the dryer booth, since his clothes were right here. But as soon as he found himself alone, with hot air buffeting him from all angles, he started thinking about things between him and Eric. By the time he was dry and fluffy, he'd made his decision. He wanted to take the next step. Now the only problem was working up the nerve to actually tell Eric.

And so it was that a few hours later, Milo stood outside Eric's basement door, heart beating faster than usual, telling himself that he could do it, that he could say it and then go through with it. He quickly knocked on the door before he could chicken out, and then stepped inside when the elder male told him he could. Eric was laying face down on his bed with a gaming magazine, and looked up with a smile.

"Hey, Milo. What's up?"

Instead of answering, Milo closed the door behind him and locked it. Eric's eyes narrowed and his grin widened.

"Oh, I see. Sure, I'm in the mood anyway."

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to pull it over his head, but Milo raised a hand.

"Wait, Eric... I was wondering if..."

He trailed off, unable to finish that sentence. Eric stood up and walked over, placing his hands on his younger brother's shoulders, looking supportive.

"Go ahead, Milo. You can ask me anything."

He looked away, blushing, and forced himself to say it.

"I was just thinking that... that maybe it's time we, you know... went all the way."

There. He had said it. It was done. He already felt relieved. Now the ball was in Eric's court. He dared to look up, and saw a surprised look on his brother's face.

"...Oh! Oh, okay... I had no idea you wanted to try, uh, that. At least so soon."

Was he just shocked or was he really uncomfortable? Milo couldn't tell.

"A-are you sure you want to do it?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm really just surprised that this is your idea."

The brothers quickly undressed, putting their clothes aside and finally turning to face each other. There was a moment of silence, and then Milo, blushing more furiously than before, scratched the back of his neck and asked,

"Umm... this might sound stupid, but... how do we start?"

Eric gestured at his bed.

"First, you hop up here."

Milo did so, feeling extremely self-conscious as he did so.

"O-okay, now what?"

"Now you get on all fours, and-"

Suddenly realizing what he was getting at, Milo became indignant.

"Wait a minute, how come I have to be the girl?! We didn't even talk about that!"

"Well, of course you have to be the girl!"

"Why?!"

"What are you complaining about? Doesn't Angela fuck you like that all the time?"

Angela Taylor was Milo's best friend, a mouse girl he'd known since he was in preschool, and the textbook definition of 'tomboy'. Angela was actually more aggressive than many males in the school; before she hit puberty, adults commonly mistook her for a boy, something she'd taken great pride in. Eric liked to make jokes about the two of them, his favourite variety being to imply that they had a relationship in which Angela wore the pants. Milo hated these jokes and he was even less in the mood for them than usual.

"Shut up, man! I'm serious! How come I gotta be the one to... to go first?"

Eric crossed his arms, a triumphant smile on his face, and played the trump card.

"Because I'm older, that's why."

Milo's face fell. Eric and Anne had been using that line on him as far back as he could remember, a sacred bond between siblings. Any attempts to counter it would be met with physical violence, and he really didn't want Eric to put him in a headlock while they were naked. He was willing to do... what he came here to do, but somehow a naked headlock was still a whole new level of awkward. He gave in, nodding sullenly.

"...Okay, fine."

"Hey, cheer up, dude. I'm just pulling rank this first time, it's not like you're the 'designated bitch' or anything. When I'm done, I'll let you..."

It was Eric's turn to blush. Now he couldn't say it.

"...Well, you can try it after me, let's just leave it at that."

That did actually make Milo feel better.

"Alright, I'll take one for the team. But you'd better not be lying."

"Scout's honour. Now get on all fours and lift your tail."

"Wait, shouldn't you put on a condom or something?"

"Why, afraid you'll get ass-pregnant?"

"No, dumbass. I meant, like, what about diseases and stuff?"

"Milo, you can count the number of different girls I've had sex with on one hand, and I got a test done a couple months back when I thought I had the clap. I'm clean. And you can count your girls on zero hands. Trust me. We don't need a condom."

"O-okay. If you say so."

Nervously, he assumed the position, forcing his tail from its cowardly spot between his legs and up into the air, feeling rightfully exposed. Other than the doctor, he couldn't think of anyone other than himself who'd ever examined this particular part of his anatomy. He watched Eric grab the Vaseline off his bedside table and bring it closer, and jumped slightly the first time his brother's gooey fingers touched his flesh, terribly embarrassed. He shivered as Eric worked the lubricant into him, and relaxed when he finally pulled back, taking a moment to clean off his hand with the sanitizer on his desk. Eric glanced down at his manhood, which was only at half-mast, and looked back up at his brother.

"Uh, Milo? Would you do me a favour and blow me a little bit?"

"Oh come on, Eric! I'm already-"

"No, I mean it has to be completely hard or it won't go in."

"...Oh. I knew that."

This was a filthy lie, of course. Milo knew about as much about the 'how-to' of anal sex as he did about the operational procedures of a fighter jet. He leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down his brother's shaft like it was a lollypop, teasing just under the head, which he knew from his own hands-on experience with himself was a sensitive spot. Before he could really get into it, Eric was at full pride, and backed off.

"Thanks. Okay, here we go..."

He climbed up onto the bed behind Milo - and paused.

"A-are you sure you want to do this, Milo? Think about it: technically, you're about to lose your virginity."

"I'm about to lose my receiver virginity. It's not like my future girlfriends are going to do me in the butt. And before you point out that we're gonna trade places, I'll just consider that losing my 'dude' virginity. And that's reserved for you and you alone, Eric. Go ahead, let's do this."

Eric was flattered, but didn't admit it.

"Okay then. You want a pillow to bite or something? It's supposed to hurt at first."

Milo shook his head. Biting a pillow was a stereotype he'd prefer to avoid, thank you very much. Eric nodded, smeared some more Vaseline on his erection, and moved forward.

Milo began to shiver when he first felt Eric's erection bump into him, closing his eyes and biting down hard. Eric noticed this and leaned down towards Milo's ear.

"Hey, relax. It's me. If you change your mind at any point, we'll stop. Besides, it's supposed to hurt less if you aren't all tense like that."

"Okay."

By this point, Milo was wishing Eric would just get it over with, but in reality, Eric had never actually done this before, even with girls, and was almost as hesitant as his brother. Finally, he put a hand on Milo's hip, lined himself up with the other hand, and pushed forward. At first, Milo felt nothing but pressure. Then, suddenly, his body accepted his brother and he felt Eric's penis begin to slide into him. He whimpered, having never felt anything like it before. Without warning there was a spike of pain, and he gasped. Eric instantly stopped, and began scratching his brother behind the ear, appealing to his inner feral.

"Relax, it's okay, see? I'm not gonna move 'til it doesn't hurt anymore."

Without the pressure, the pain quickly began to ebb. When Milo gave him the all-clear, Eric began pushing forward again. It was slow going, and he had to stop when it hurt one other time, but soon enough, Eric found himself completely hilted in his little brother's behind.

"There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Milo was sweating, teeth slightly clenched, but made an effort to crack a smile as he looked back at Eric.

"You're not the one with a dick in your ass."

The older shepherd laughed.

"No, I suppose I'm not."

"Hey, Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Wouldn't it be fantastic if Mom walked in on us like this?"

Eric glanced at the door; it was at a right angle to the bed. If it weren't locked and someone was to walk in right now, they would have a porn-perfect view of the action going on. He shook his head and chuckled, despite the mental image.

"You have a weird definition of 'fantastic', bro. Now shut up so I can fuck you."

And he pulled back before pushing forward. Then he did it again. And again. Soon he wasn't just performing singular movements, they were flowing into each other. As Eric's thrusts increased in speed, Milo shuddered. He'd started out on all fours, but now found it more comfortable to leave his butt where it was and lean on his elbows, crossed on the bed beneath him. And it was like that, head down and ass up, that he began to notice something. He was getting hard. Very hard. He tried to explain his surprise to his brother, but found it difficult to speak while actively being slammed.

"Unnngh, Eric, it feels good..."

"See? Leave it to me. I'll take care of you, Milo."

Of course, he wasn't just trying to say that it felt nice. What he was really thinking was a re-evaluation of anal sex altogether. In almost all the porn Milo had ever seen, it was obvious, even to a virgin like him - Like I used to be, he corrected himself - that the girls were faking it, moaning at random in some attempt to pretend to be aroused while they planned what they were going to do with their paychecks. As a result, he had very little idea of what girls actually liked. They moaned the same extremely fake way whether they were blowing someone, being eaten out, getting sodomized, or having more 'vanilla' sex. He supposed that men being unable to fake it to that degree, gay porn would probably be more enlightening, but he was unable to look at any for more than a minute without being disgusted. So, all his life he'd operated under the assumption that the only reason gay men had anal sex was because they had no other choice, neither party having a vagina. (He figured only weirdos and perverts had anal sex with a woman, since the alternative seemed much nicer.) Milo further theorized that the only reason any man would agree to take it in the can was because of a deep affection for the other man - he'd always assumed that for the receiver, anal was painful at worst, tolerable at best. The concept of 'bottoms', men who played the role of the receiver exclusively, was totally baffling to him. But now, he had had an epiphany: the more Eric fucked him, the less it hurt and the better it felt. He was now receiving genuine pleasure from his least-favourite body part. He decided to have a conversation about it with Eric when he was capable of speaking again.

Eric thrust into him faster and faster, really enjoying himself now. Milo shivered with taboo delight as he heard his brother's balls gently slapping against his own quivering, furry buttocks. Eric leaned down and wrapped his arms around Milo's chest to get better leverage, whispering filth in his ear as he fucked him harder than ever.

"Oh man. You're a really good fuck, Milo. You're tighter than any girl I've ever been with. I should try to get some chicks this way, see how they compare."

Unable to speak for the pleasure, which he could barely believe was still climbing, Milo just moaned. The fact that it was his trusted older brother saying these things was turning him on almost as much as the sensations in his rear. Almost. He let his tongue hang out, panting like a feral. If someone had told Milo three months ago that he'd feel this good from being fucked in the ass, he'd have attacked them, despite his somewhat scrawny build. And God help them if they'd implied that the one fucking him would be his own brother. He blushed as he found himself pushing back at Eric on his down-thrusts, wanting more of that wonderful sensation, found himself spreading his thighs slightly to see if it would help Eric reach deeper. He pushed his face between his arms as he tried not to be embarrassed, and noticed something. His own penis (which was bouncing amusingly from the force of his brother's thrusts) was rock hard, and turning slightly purple at the tip. He'd been so focused on the new feelings Eric was giving him that he'd ignored the feelings he'd been having for years. A lifetime of masturbation experience told him that he was nearing the Point of No Return, but that was silly, he hadn't even laid a single finger on his unit. Yet as he watched, Eric slammed home with a particularly deep drive, and Milo's manhood throbbed once, a drop of pre forming on the tip and then being flung off onto the sheets as his genitals continued to flail around. He decided it was a good thing he hadn't been touching himself before Eric started, and made a point to not do so now. He gasped with pleasure as Eric bit down lightly on the scruff of his neck, his hot breath teasing Milo's hair.

"God damn, little brother, I'm close, I'm gonna come..."

Milo barely heard him, though; Eric had started to fuck him with shallower, faster thrusts, and the pleasure he felt was skyrocketing. It felt very familiar to him... like the end of a session of whacking off.

This can't be right! I haven't touched myself at all! It - it's not even possible to come without touching yourself!

Despite his internal denial, he realized to his horror that he was rapidly approaching a tremendously powerful orgasm. He put his head between his arms again, as if he could stare the pleasure into submission. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold it back, but having little experience doing so, it wasn't very effective.

No! It can't be! I don't want to come! Not like this! Noooooooo!

A shudder ran from one end of his body to the other and he let out a moan so loud that upstairs, Anne looked up from the TV, trying to figure out what the noise was. Fortunately, at that exact moment, her show returned from a commercial break, so it was quickly forgotten. As Eric continued thrusting away, eyes tightly shut, oblivious to what was happening beneath him, Milo stared in horror at his own crotch as his penis betrayed him, throbbing again and again, spurting his hot come out at high velocity all over the sheets, and at such distances that on his first shot, he hit himself in the upside-down cheek with a glob of sperm. His orgasm seemed to last forever, he was surprised that he had that much seed inside him, but it had another effect he hadn't predicted. He learned for the first time that when he had an orgasm, his rectum collapsed in on itself, meaning this time it clenched down on Eric's aching manhood. Eric let out his own shudder, much like the one his brother had just felt, as Milo's climax milked him into his own.

"Fuck! So tight! Oh God..."

While he was still trying to deal with the experience of blowing a huge load without ever touching his penis, Milo suddenly felt Eric throbbing inside him, followed by a tremendous warmth spreading around his brother's cock, giving him a whole new set of feelings to process. His mind in danger of being completely overwhelmed with pleasure, Milo just closed his eyes and groaned, hanging on for dear life. After what seemed like an eternity, both canines, completely drained, went limp and fell to the side, where they remained, spooning each other, Eric still embedded in his younger brother.

Head spinning, Milo just lay there for almost a full minute, trying to get his heartbeat back under control. Eric recovered first, and he leaned forward and tiredly licked Milo's cheek affectionately (Fortunately, it was the cheek not covered with man goo). It was what they did, since Milo insisted that the first person he kiss with tongue be someone he was romantically interested in, not just someone he was messing around with for fun.

"Wow, Milo, that was even better than I was expecting. I'm glad you suggested it."

He lay his head back down, chuckling quietly, snuggling against his brother, oblivious to the turmoil within the younger male. Milo was finally shaken out of his daze when Eric shrank to the point where he slipped out of his brother's tired rear passage. Milo twitched slightly as he felt his brother's seed start to run out of him, disgusted with himself. Twelve hours ago he thought that "catchers" just tolerated anal sex for the sake of the "pitchers". Now, the first time he ever tried it, it made him come so hard (without even touching myself, he thought bitterly) that he almost passed out. Was he a freak? Do all guys come like that when they're the bottom? Would Eric still respect him if he knew?

Eric shook him out of his reverie with an innocent comment.

"Man, that really took a lot out of me. Can we wait a little bit before your turn? I need to recuperate. That was a strong one."

Suddenly seeing a way out, Milo looked over his shoulder, an apologetic look on his face.

"Oh, uh, sorry Eric. I felt so good while we were doing it that - that I had to beat off. Can we put a rain check on my turn?"

Eric sat up slightly and sighed, looking at the semen glistening on the sheets.

"Hey, there's no problem with the rain check, man, but jeez, Milo! You got come all over my bed! Next time try to resist the urge to manhandle yourself, okay? Or at least put a towel down first."

Milo looked away, ashamed that this particular orgasm hadn't even been his idea.

"S-sorry, Eric."

Eric lay back down, snuggling against Milo once again.

"Eh, It's okay. I mean, it was your first time and everything, I can't really blame you for not knowing what to do. Who knows, maybe I'll do the same thing when we switch places. You were great, by the way."

"Thanks. You too. I'm looking forward to that."

Eric's words gave him hope. For all he knew this was a totally normal thing and he was making a mountain out of a molehill. Maybe it only happened on someone's first time receiving. Maybe it happened to everybody. He still wasn't exactly thrilled, but the more he thought about it, the better he felt. As he considered the idea, he realized it was cool that it was even possible, that he'd just felt so good that he'd blown a load without laying a finger on himself. He wondered if other things could trigger hands-free orgasms. Letting out a deep breath, he pushed back against his brother's warm body, feeling like taking a nap right there and then in Eric's arms. As he pushed his problems from his mind, he smiled. Technically, he wasn't a virgin anymore, and he felt pretty proud of himself for that, all things considered.

There was a first time for everything, and his first time had gone pretty well.