Stress Relief: An Eric and Milo Short
#9 of Eric and Milo
Stress Relief: An Eric and Milo Short By Green
Milo Thompson pushed the front door to his home open and sighed loudly, looking about as worn and weathered as if he hadn't slept in days. Things had seemed so nice that morning, as he munched on his toast and poked unsuccessfully at a crossword puzzle. Now, the downtrodden German shepherd kicked his shoes off and left his bag right there at the door, making a beeline for the basement stairs, heading into his older brother Eric's subterranean bedroom without knocking and flopping down on the bed, where he groaned like a child sentenced to detention. Eric, who had been watching music videos, took off his headphones and turned to Milo, a smirk on his face. "Sure, Milo, come on in, the door's not locked." Ignoring that, Milo stared at the ceiling. "Damn, Eric, today fucking sucked." Recognizing that it was time to play the sympathetic older brother, Eric put the headphones down on his desk and spun the chair to face the younger shepherd. "What happened, little man?" "Well, this morning I asked Gela if she wanted to hang out tomorrow, put it just like that, and she freaked. Acted like I was hitting her up for some no-strings-attached, you know? Told me I shouldn't take her for granted like that, that she had better things to do than to get me off. Fuck, we've only done it three times, we can't even call it a 'regular basis' yet, and it's not like I've been treating her bad or anything..." "Well, it is the 20th, and she does have kind of a history of being irrational and bitchy on the 20th..." Milo looked over at his brother, frowning even deeper. "What does that have to - oh, gross, Eric." The elder shepherd shrugged. "I'm just saying, this fits a pattern that just so happens to coincide with a specific time of the month, I'm not implying anything." The grin he was failing miserably to hide suggested otherwise. "Shut up, dude." "Fine, fine, what else was wrong with your day?"
And so Milo got up and started to pace, explaining each mistake, each embarrassment, all the collected things that had made the day miserable. Eventually, Eric decided to take matters into his own hands, and stood up, casually walking to his brother and tapping him on the shoulder. When Milo turned around, Eric wordlessly shoved him backwards, hard. It was a very good thing, then, that he was standing directly in front of Eric's abandoned chair. He landed in the seat with an oof, his mood even lower now. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?!" Instead of answering, the elder Thompson unzipped his squirming brother's fly, and yanked his shorts and boxers down to his ankles, kneeling before Milo and gently pulling the younger male towards the edge of the seat. "I think right now, you're stressed as hell, and you need something to take your mind off your day. And I don't know about your girlfriend, but right now, I don't have anything better to do than get you off."
"She's not my girlfr-ohhhh God..." Milo's reflexive protest died on his lips as Eric wrapped his own around his younger brother's soft manhood, reaching his hands back to cup Milo's buttocks from behind, holding him in place. "Jesus, Eric..." He trailed off, unable to think of anything to say while his brother's warm, wet tongue swirled around his penis as though it were a lollipop, teasing at it as it grew thicker and longer in the shepherd's mouth. While most humans needed to learn to relax their throat muscles to accomplish the task, the added length of the muzzle meant it was quite easy for canine morphics to go down all the way on a fully erect male; Eric's lips were pressing firmly against his brother's pelvis. At the first touch of flesh to flesh, Milo had frozen, but as he reached his full pride, he gradually began to relax, and sank back down in the chair, his tail wagging behind him, slapping against the soft leather of the seat. He shivered and closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as he just enjoyed the sensations. "Y-you're getting really good at this..." The moment didn't last long though; without warning, Eric opened his mouth and left Milo's stiff cock, slick and shiny with his brother's saliva, wobbling in the cool air of the room. Milo blushed as an involuntary whimper escaped his lips. He hadn't taken the time to play with himself in three days, so he was already feeling the need burning within him. "Relax, little man. This isn't over yet." With that, he leaned down and began to lick his brother's testicles, bathing the soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum with eager strokes of his wide, flat tongue, moving a hand from Milo's butt to his erection in order to tease it with feather-light touches along the shaft, which was throbbing with need. Eric chuckled as he coaxed a shining drop of pre out of his brother's stiff prick, watched it slowly ooze down the underside, tracing the bulging line of Milo's urethra down towards the balls he was currently lavishing with attention. Milo shifted in his seat and moaned as Eric ever-so-gently took one of his testes into his mouth, rolling the sensitive organ around on his tongue, squeezing it lightly against the roof of his mouth, and basically giving Milo a good reason to reconsider his usual habit of completely ignoring his balls while he was pleasuring himself. He throbbed again, a second drop followed the shining trail left behind by the first, and he let out a whine he didn't appear to be aware of. "Fuck, Eric... I'm - I'm close..." Wordlessly, Eric stopped teasing his brother's cock and wrapped his hand firmly around it, beginning to stroke with confidence as he released Milo's testicle from his mouth and moved to show the same respect to its twin. Milo was twitching and panting in the seat, whispering to himself now. "Yes yes yes, so close, I'm gonna come, gonna come so hard..." His joy turned to sorrow as Eric opened his mouth without warning and leaned back, releasing his brother's penis to slap back against his belly, leaving traces of saliva on his shirt. "What the fuck, Eric? Please, I'm so close, I - I need to come..." "Shhhhh, relax, little brother. It will feel better the longer we go." He let out a whine, squirming in his seat as his manhood throbbed and released another shining pearl of pre. "It better..."
While he was backing away from the brink of orgasm, Eric was making sure that Milo's arousal level wasn't going away any time soon, teasing the younger shepherd's shaft with quick licks, kisses, and nuzzles, at one point simply blowing on Milo's penis, making him shiver from the cool sensation against his wet prick. When Eric decided he'd finally had enough (or, more likely, several minutes after that, given the grin on his face), he once again leaned forward and took his length into his mouth. This time, Milo leaned forward and gripped Eric's ears, panting now with the arousal burning through him. Ignoring that, Eric gently took hold of his brother's sac with one hand, gently squeezing and kneading the most vulnerable part of his sibling's body, still slightly damp from his earlier ministrations. Milo didn't bat an eye, trusting his brother implicitly. With his other hand, Eric reached back and once again gripped one of Milo's buttocks, as if he was worried that the younger canid would try to escape from the pleasure. All that escaped was a moan from his lips as a shiver ran down his spine. "God, Eric, this feels so good..." Not the most original thing he'd ever said, but accurate nonetheless. "E-Eric, please don't back off again, I need it so, so bad..." Eric's only response was to suck in his cheeks and squeeze down on his erection with his warm, wet mouth, and to look up at his brother, mischief obvious in his eyes. Milo's ears swivelled back and he whimpered, pleading with his brother as though he were tied down and at the other dog's mercy. Sometimes it seemed like Milo's natural submissiveness grew stronger and stronger the hornier he got. "Nooo, please let me come, Eric, please? I'll -" Eric didn't get to hear what Milo was willing to do in exchange for a climax, though, as the door to his bedroom suddenly opened up. Alarmed, Eric whipped his head around so fast, saliva whipped off his lip to fall unnoticed to the carpet. Their sister, Anne, walked into the room looking distractedly at her phone. "Hey Eric, have you - oh." Looking upon the scene before her, she shook her head and laughed. "You guys have really got to start locking this door." Turning around to leave, she paused for a moment to let her gaze linger upon them. "...Man, that's hot. As you were." As the door closed behind her, Eric turned around again and shot Milo a dirty look. "What did I tell you about locking the door?" His brother shrugged helplessly. "Hey, I just came in here to bitch, I didn't know you were gonna mouth-rape me, you should have locked it!" "Okay, okay. Let's just try not to let her walk in on us again, fuck..." He got up and went to lock the door. Despite the quick scare he'd received, his own erection was still tenting his pants, and despite all that had just happened, he still blushed as he saw Milo staring openly at his crotch as he came back, trying not to meet his brother's eyes as he once more knelt down before him.
Resuming his oral comforts as though nothing had happened, Eric continued to lick and suckle at Milo's aching rod while squeezing and kneading at his balls. But this time, the hand he placed on Milo's buttock began to slip down beneath him. Milo, focusing on the other side of his pelvis, didn't notice. At least until that hand had moved entirely beneath him and the tip of a finger was pressed gently against the tight opening below his tail. "No, wait..." He squirmed and tried to resist, clenching down to try and deny his brother's teasing digit access, but when he took hold of Eric's wrist, his brother opened his mouth again and let his poor, suffering cock slip out yet again. Closing his eyes in surrender, he released his brother's wrist, and even though he tried to fight the invader, all too soon the muscle grew tired, and Eric's finger easily pushed into Milo's back door. As a triumphant Eric resumed his suckling, he began to slowly but insistently push his finger in and out of his brother, and Milo shuddered as all of Eric's actions, the ball massage, the skilled blowjob, and the gentle fingering, all combined together to raise his arousal and his need for release higher than they'd been in weeks.
They continued like that for some time, the only sounds in the room being the wet noises of Eric's mouth against his brother's hot flesh and the quiet moans and whimpers Milo was increasingly helpless to keep contained. By now, he was involuntarily thrusting his hips into his brother's mouth and pressing down onto his finger, trying to get as much stimulation as he could. If he could have figured out a way to move his balls to make them feel better, he'd no doubt have gone for the hat trick. Trembling in his seat, he looked down at his brother, his voice raw and full of need. "Jesus, Eric, this is it... I can't hold on anymore... I'm gonna come!" To his surprise, Eric made no effort to pull back out of the firing line, merely looked up and winked. There was no time to dwell on this, Milo felt the enormous release building up inside him and he had passed the point of no return. Arching his back, he yelped, his entire body going stiff. "Oh! Oh - oh fuck - Eric!" Gasping his brother's name, Milo shuddered in time with the throbbing of his prick in the other shepherd's mouth. He could barely believe the feeling as he spurted hot cream into his brother's muzzle, painting his tongue with his seed. His balls twitched in Eric's grasp as he came and came, and he clenched down hard on the finger exploring his rear. It felt like he was just going to keep ejaculating for all of time, and given how great this particular release felt, he was okay with that, but eventually, the fire finished burning through him, and he slumped against the seat, tired, sweaty, and panting like a feral.
Eric said nothing, which was understandable given that his mouth was full of sperm, but he released the other dog's sac, carefully pulled off of Milo's quickly deflating penis, which fell against his thigh and began to drool excess come into his fur, and then pulled his finger out of his brother's backside, which sent a minor tremble of after-pleasure through the younger shepherd's body. Milo watched, slightly dazed, as Eric made sure he had eye contact with the smaller canine, and then loudly swallowed the load, before smiling widely at his brother. "I take it you liked it." "You... you swallowed it..." "And you've been eating a lot of pineapple lately. Not bad." Eric shrugged and self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck before continuing. "Well, I wanted it to be as good for you as possible, and I, uh, thought if I spat it out it might kill the afterglow for you." The other canine giggled tiredly. "I didn't know you knew the word 'afterglow'... That was amazing, Eric. What the hell, man, where'd you learn to do that? Jesus, did you climb a mountain and get a fucking wizard to teach you the perfect blowjob or what?" Eric's grin widened, his eyes lit up with pride. "Actually, I learned that from a girl." "You got a girlfriend?" The elder sibling laughed and winked. "Nah, she just, uh, she loves sucking dick. Which is nice, cause she's so good at it." Milo's response was cut off as his phone vibrated in his pocket, down by his ankles. Leaving his exhausted brother where he was, Eric retrieved the phone and passed it up to him. The younger dog frowned slightly, seeming confused. "Anne asking for details?" "...No, it's Gela apologizing for being such a bitch this morning. Her words. Wants to know if I'm still up for hanging out tomorrow." "Dude, fuck yeah you're still up for hanging out tomorrow! Even if you don't - especially if you don't get any, you'll seem all strong and forgiving, girls love that shit! Hell, go see her right now if you can!" Milo was already tapping away, composing a response, but he shook his head. "Nah, I can't go see her tonight, I've got plans." Eric looked at him in disbelief. "Are you nuts? What, exactly, could be more important?" Milo hit the 'send' button and put the phone down on Eric's desk. Then, without warning, he lunged forward out of the chair and pushed Eric onto his back on the floor, with Milo lying atop him, the elder brother's still-achingly-hard penis pressing into the younger's pelvis through his pants. Milo's tail began to wag as he leaned in and kissed his brother playfully, tasting himself on Eric's tongue. "Properly thanking you for that excellent stress relief, that's what." And very soon, neither of them were thinking about how his day went, what he was going to do the next, or anything else aside from how much he enjoyed the warmth of his brother's body pressed against his own.