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Paul was the first to retire on the night of his older brother's party. The pup was not accustomed to staying up late, and certain strenuous activities further exhausted him. Some of the friends of Jake, the older brother, were dismayed that they didn't get a turn with the boy, so in order for them to agree to let Paul go, he promised another party some time later where they would start sooner. No one wanted to admit being happy about getting another chance to lay with a young boy, but the thumping of wagging tails speaks louder than words.

Paul woke up early in the morning, long before the sun would rise. Jake's guests weren't allowed to spend the night, but there was no curfew in place, so they were only just now ending the party. The increase in activity woke the young shepherd and he stood in his doorway watching his brother's friends leave down the stairs. Still groggy, he listened to them as they made goodbyes and closing comments about their adventures that just ended, "See you when school starts." "Great party man!" "...and that trick with the XBox Controller? Totally hot." "Thanks, now I won't ever be able to eat cheddar without being turned on."

Some of the comments made the pup giggle, others made him wonder what the heck was going on in his brother's room, a few were about himself, which made Paul blush. Jake walked downstairs with his friends to see them out. Paul noticed that some of them, including his brother, were still naked. "I guess they won't really be needing clothes at this time of night," Paul thought as he made his way back into Jake's room. He opened the door and was instantly alarmed at what a mess it was. The odor of cum, which Paul got to learn quite thoroughly, was heavy in the air. "This is what it's like to live in someone's balls," Paul declared as he sat down on his brother's bed. He had wanted to have a word with his brother about what happened earlier, but he jumped off the bed as soon as it made contact with his bare bum. It was partly because he was still slightly sore, but mostly because it was cold and wet. Paul slicked his hand along the comforter, and several trails of manly fluid formed between his hand and the blanket. The whole bed, and many portions of the room, were soaking in it, marinating like manly man-steaks.

Jake stood in his doorway, saying, "Are you up?"

"Nope. I'm still dreaming."

"Sorry kiddo. That was no dream."

"I know. I think I'm still leaking a little, and there's still a bunch in my fur." The two brothers laughed as Paul ran his fingers through his hair, making streaks like he did with the bed. "Why don't we clean up first?" Jake offered, "I'd rather not let mom and dad come home from their trip tomorrow afternoon while my room is like this, and you're threatening to harden up into a little cum-covered statue." The two laughed again, Paul's laugh was more young and giggly. They each got towels and made their way to the bathroom. Paul was the first to speak again.

"You can go first. I'll use it after you." But Jake quickly shot his idea down, "Why waste time and water? We'll go together. That way you don't dry up in the hallway where mom and dad can see." Paul didn't want his brother to know, but he was actually excited to spend more time with his brother, so he smiled and wagged his tail at the idea. They began pre-shower preperations in silence, but once the water was running, a strange yet familiar phenomenon occurred. The sound from the hissing faucet creates a sound barrier that drowns out quieter noises. This makes people more at ease with saying (or singing) things they wouldn't normally say out loud. This is why Paul asked, "Uhmm, Jake?"

The taller dog was looking up, massaging his scalp with shampoo with his eyes closed. He parted one eye, aiming downward, and tilted his head just slightly. "Yeah?" He asked, "What is it?" Then he closed his eye and turned upward again. "Uh," the pup stammered, "About what happened. The birthday game we played?" "Mhm." The older dog aknowledged. "Well...Gosh I have so many questions. I don't know anything about it, but I know that it fell so good. And..." the pup paused, wondering if he should say the rest, "...I want to do it again with you."

The two were quiet for many minutes after that. Paul just stood in the umbra of his brother, with run-off water from his brother's body landing on him in large blebs. Jake continued bathing. When he was done rinsing the shampoo from his fur, he took a large ponderous inhale. "Well first of all, we can't do it all the time. And not a single soul can find out. That means you can't tell any of your friends."

"But your friends--!"

"I know that my friends can keep a secret! So you shush, and don't tell anyone. Secondly, you need to know that I don't go gently very often. If you want to do that game with me, we're gonna go at my pace." The two of them let those words hang in the air. Each of them noticed the other's pink tip beggining to show, but neither one said anything. Instead, Paul nodded and agreed with an "Mhm" before the two finished bathing.

After the shower, the rest of the morning-night was spent cleaning Jake's room. Strange things that Paul would never have thought would be used in sexy games were brought out and put away, including the vaccum cleaner, a lampshade, some of their mother's panties, and some rope. There were four empty whipped cream cans and other empty food canisters and portions of tainted food that were thrown away, but Paul occaisionally took a bite or two from the pieces that weren't completely covered in cum (and some that were.)

The blankets and sheets were put in the washing machine, along with other articles of clothing that were dirtied in the rambunctious party. After that, the only thing that was left to do was to put back things in the room that had been knocked over, which pretty much included everything that Jake had in his room. Jake wondered about how the party must have been aloud, "Man, I wish I had stayed awake." Jake reeled in suprise and, recalling the events of the games, responded in an alarmed voice, "Oh god. No. Just...Just no." But that only made Paul wish he hadn't gone to sleep even harder.

The two canines lay on Jake's bed, spooning. After the exertion, Paul was asleep again. Jake just lay with his brother. He had already accepted that he was a creepy pervert, so without inhibition he sniffed his brother's shampoo from his still moist hair, grinded his hips against his adolescent rump, cooed soft and romantic nothings, pulled him into an even tighter embrace, and just generally treated him like a lover. However, Jake would never have done a single one of those things if Paul were awake. Eventually, the sweet gentle rocking made by his brother's breath put him to sleep.

Jake awoke in his bed alone. He had barely had enough time to stretch and yawn before Paul ran in the room wearing only a pink apron. "Oh! You're already awake! I just got done making some pancake batter so we can have breakfa--hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" Jake had interrupted him by picking him up and lifting him onto the bed across his lap. He stared at his little brother with a smile before giving him a kiss. It wasn't a romantic or passionate kiss, but there was a lot of love in it. It was more like a regular kiss that lasted longer than it should have.

The older canine eyed his brother and growled, "You look too cute in that. It's violating the cuteness regulations in my room. I'm gonna have to punish you." At that, Jake began tickling his brother into submission. The little tyke thrashed about, but to no avail, and giggles filled the room so thickly that you could pluck them like ripe grapes from a giggle vine. When the tickle attack was over, the two brothers were laying on their backs, with Jake's back on the bed and Paul's back on Jake's chest. The remnants of laughter came as audible sighs and pants coming from the pup. Jake admired the sound of his exhausted brother with a low "Mmm" sound.

Jake sat up with his back against the headboard now, the young passenger was forced to sit up as well. Paul leaned back onto his brother, but gave a small gasp when he looked down to see serious tenting in the apron. "This is much too big to be me," Paul thought to himself, sizing the protusion against his upper belly. He pulled the apron down to reveal his brother's pride, jutting upward defiantly. Paul turned to look at his brother who wore a devious grin, showing off one of his teeth. Without even saying anything, Jake lifted his small-framed brother into the air, dangling over his fate.

From the view of Paul's sphincter, a towering monolith came into view and then slowly began to get closer. "Oh no, not this again!" the tailring exclaims, before bracing himself. It wasn't long before the think cock was pressing against Paul's asshole in a way that was much too familiar. Valiantly, Paul's tail hole managed to keep the spearing cockhead at bay, but, since it was so worn from yesterday's antics, it probably had more to do with the fact that Paul was just unfathomably tight, rather than resistance from his oriface.

Jake murred to himself as he lowered his brother onto his cock. The dirtyness of the situation got him much harder than he had ever been. He didn't do anything but let his brother slide lower against his cock, contstantly supporting less and less of his weight until finally, Paul was being suspended only by the tightness of his ass. Jake made sure that his brother didn't fall, but simply let him sit there on his cock. Listening to his brother's cute and pathetic whimpers was divine. Eventually Paul gave a very girlish moan, and that was all it took for Jake to let loose a spurt of pre.

Just the small amount of lube was enough with the entire weight of the boy driving downward. In one instant the puppy hilted himself of his older brother's sizeable manhood. Simultaneously, the two brothers inhaled and exhaled. Paul gasped sharply and inhaled like someone does when they step on something sharp. Jake moaned and exhaled like someone does when they hilt themselves into their little brother's obnoxiously tight ass.

"Didn't Leon do a number on getting you nice and loose?" Jake chided jokingly, "What do you think you're doing getting so tight all over again? Oh I'm gonna have to teach you a real good lesson." Paul would have responded, but Jake was very large, and it was too much for him to handle, so the only noise he made was a seires of short, sharp gasps, like a fish out of water.

Jake lurched forward so that he was on his knees, cradling his brother's chest in his arms. Then he started quick, powerful thrusts into his brother, punishing him for being too tight. Even though he was only joking about this being a punishment, Jake thrusted like it really was one. He used as much strength as he could to make sure that each time he hilted, he got a whimper from his helpless brother.

The first several thrusts were unbareable for the poor puppy, but after a few more jets of pre from his brother, it wasn't beyond tolerance. The rough pace was still taking its toll on his body though. The friction, though lubricated, in his rectum abraded his skin with each thrust, each pounding from his brother brought a pulse of pain to his brain. And Paul couldn't stop himself from wishing that his brother would speed up.

As if he could hear the toughts of his younger brother, Jake changed position to make it easier to deliver a brutal pounding to his younger brother. He rested most of his weight onto one knee, and lifted the other one forward, underneath his brother leg so that Paul was now spread-eagle on his older brother. This way, one leg supported them and the other one could be used to strengthen the thrusts. By now, Jake's knot had fully inflamed and, though his younger brother could have no way of knowing, he had a reputation for using it during sexings like this.

Jake lifted Paul upward in a mini-toss as he withdrew, pulling out almost completely for the first time since they started. Then, with a force that would make a body builder proud, Jake slammed his hips up as he drew his brother's hips down, forcefully knotting with his brother. Paul went wide-eyed and arched his back with a loud gasp, then moaned as he focused on how far his flesh was stretching to make room for his brother's.

Jake, however, was far from done. After a few shallow thrusts, he did the opposite of the maneuver that he just used, forcefully ripping his knot out of his brother. He then took two long thrusts to prepare for the next knotting. All the way out to the tip, leaving Paul feeling inexplicably empty, sliding down till the knot just began to lewdly press against its prize, making Paul moan like a sex-drunken monkey, All the way out again, then a slamming thrust to knot him again.

The older canine kept up this brutal pace for as long as he could, a part of him was really trying to stretch his brother beyond his limit, which he succeeded in each time. However, this pace could not be kept up for long. His brother's hot silken entrance was just to tight for him to hold back. So with one last powerful thrust, Jake tied with his brother one last time. Then jets of canine cum painted the tired, abraded walls of Paul's ass. Normally there would be enough to have made the young boy's belly swell with cum, but he was spent after his eventful party, so Paul would not get the extreme honor of having his belly stretched from the inside by his brother's cum. Well...not today anyway.

Without giving the boy much time to recover, Jake leaned over to his nightstand and got a cup that used to be full of water. He drank the remnants while the young pup was still panting and recovering from his own orgasm. Then Jake tore himself from his brother's moist depths again, and caught all the hot doggy spooge from inside the cub to the cup. There was enough to full the tall drinking glass almost half-way.

"Ah, good." Jake anounced, looking at the tired boy, "We manged to gather plenty of 'syrup' for your food. I expect you to use all of this since I worked so hard to get it. Now hurry downstairs and make me some pancakes."

Paul looked at him for a moment. The tired and sore boy only took one moment to savor the afterglow of sex with the person he loved most in the world (aside from maybe Leon) before smiling with a brightness that only puppies can acheive. With a wagging tail, fur partially matted down with cum, Paul loudly said, "Right away sir!" Then he giddily rushed downstairs to cook for himself and his brother.

Jake laughed at the sight of his brother's rump that was almost completely matted down with his cum. As the pup turned the corner, droplets of the stuff flung off and landed on the floor and walls. With a sigh, Jake said to himself, "We're going to need another shower. Oh well. The next shower will be much more...," he savored devious thoughts in his mind, "...fun." Then he looked at the cup of his still warm semen.

"After breakfast though."