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Tommy woke up with his nose pressed against his pillow and his head fur in tangles not to mention three of his fingers in his tail and his other paw loosely grasping his shrunken knot. All the rolling around he did in the middle of the night made the Labrador's fur intertwine in such a way that disheveled would have been an understatement for what he was at that moment. Though it was funny that during his entire night of tumbling his tailhole had managed to keep his digits right where they were and when Tommy was finally coherent enough to pop them from their sanctuary his body protested. The lab shuddered before rising up and yawning. The taste of stale sweat danced on his tongue making him cringe. Scratching the back of his head the bleary eyed canine sleepy stretched before rising up and out of his bed only to land on the floor when his legs gave out. It seemed that a part of him wasn't as awake as he thought he was and it took some energy for Tommy to right himself as his front half was splayed out on the cool wood floor and his lower half was awkwardly hanging off the bed with one of his legs dangling still on the mattress and the other under his chest.

Groaning Tommy got up and scratched his tail before grudgingly trudging out of his room and then down the hallway to the bathroom. He mindlessly waved at one of the other males in the house, not seeing who it was or caring as he didn't have the energy to peel his eyes open as they drooped shut automatically when he tried to open then. It was only having had walked in the house for as long as he had that he knew how to get everywhere without tripping or falling into something as the brownish-red Labrador made his way to the private room within thirty easy steps.

Josh was the one to find their zombie like sibling and shook his head ruefully before patting the other on the head as the middle brother followed his younger sibling into the bathroom. Since they had all been taught not to be ashamed of their bodies neither brother cared to see the other do their morning business. Since Tommy was still naked from last night all he did was reach down to grab his flaccid sheath and shake it twice to get his bladder moving. Josh, meanwhile, began grabbed his green face rag from the side of the tub and turned on the faucet to let the hot water froth and flow into the sink to dunk the cloth into.

The moment between them was hushed when Tommy finished and flushed the toilet. Rubbing his paws under the warm flow rushing down the sink drain and then getting his own facecloth to wipe the cold from his eyes the younger lab began his own morning ritual. Both Tommy and Josh being the youngest two in the household it was easy to see how well they meshed. Tommy would stand to Josh's side letting his tail smack into his middle brother's tail while rubbing his muzzle with the steaming cloth while Josh would unconsciously bump his hip into Tommy's in a brotherly gesture of comfort and well-being. To others it would seem like they were just uneasily swaying from getting up so early but there was something between them that lay unspoken. It was a peaceful moment...soon to be spoiled.

"GOOD MORNING!!!!!" The sound of glass shattering would have been quieter that Mikey's entrance. The oldest of the Labrador brothers walked in with his deep voice resonating off of every piece of tile in the room plus the two younger male's ears causing Tommy and Josh to flinch uneasily. How could anyone be so chipper at 8 A.M? But regardless the jet black Labrador named Mikey came in jostling both of his brother's head fur before dropping his sweat pants stroking his sheath and then letting loose a long stream of amber piss coat the inside of the toilet. Mikey hummed to himself as he ran his paw over the length of his half hard erection which he made sure everyone knew he was proud of. Josh sighed as he flicked his tail in irritation at the older teen's high regard for himself before rinsing his muzzle out and then turning to grip his own ample bugle locked in his pjs. Tommy wagged his own tail as his cock began to fill up as he puffed up his chest proudly.

It was the same thing every morning with Mikey acting all stuck up and proud making Josh react and there by getting Tommy in on the whole thing.

By comparisons the three lab boys were all in great shape and quite well hung with the oldest being a little more than thirteen inches long when erect and six at the moment as he released his bladder's contents down the ceramic pot. Tommy was a foot long and Josh was twelve and a half. Each brother had compared themselves once before last year and that was how the ranking had ended. As Mikey finished his pissing he continued to stroke himself off and his long erection grew and grew from his silent sheath to full proportions and the other two couldn't help but look on as the black lab's thick link of meat began to shoot pre from the tip. Mikey looked from the slit of his eyes as his brother's watched him in all his glory and made sure to thrust his hips showing off all of his masculinity for them to see and envy, at least in his mind. Tommy and Josh could never understand why the older of their inner circle did that as he thrust his hips back and forth over and over while standing at the toilet.

It was somewhat perplexing for Josh as he rolled his eyes and went back to washing up trying to ignore his rising ire while Tommy, on the other paw couldn't look away. His brain was slowly kicking into gear and the scent of his two unwashed siblings was making him horny as hell. A growl rose from his chest as he found his own cock thickening and swelling outwards, gods how he wanted to run his muzzle over his older brother's cock tip and let all of that musky pre wash his face. Instead he settled for sniffing he air and trying not to laugh as Josh fought not to look at Mikey with green coloring his eyes. As the black lab stood there grunting and pounding his hips into the air, slathering the rim of the toilet in clear pre he became mindless of everything but is own orgasm rising closer to the surface. The oldest Labrador hiked himself on the balls of his toes before howl/barking and then shooting a nice sized load everywhere. White strings shot onto the upturned rim of the toilet seat, inside of the commode, over the edge and even onto the floor before Mikey panted and his weapon quit firing.

Once he was done the oldest brother grunted in satisfaction at his accomplishment before getting a pawful of toilet tissue and then cleaning up his mess and then flushing it all away at the end. Mikey's tail wagged proudly before the older lab grabbed his washcloth from the side of the bathtub and then hopped in the tub while starting the shower.

"Feeling more masculine after that little display Mike?" Josh asked and yet accused at the same time all the while sighing in exasperation.

"Yep, now I feel like I can do just about anything and anyone right now. That morning wood is a real bitch when you can't get it to come out on command." Mikey said through the running shower.

"I'll bet. Did it ever occur to you that maybe some of us in here don't want to see you jack off every other morning?"

"You know you like it fag-boi. If you didn't get to see me do it then you'd just be thinking about it all day. I've seen the way you look at the football players. Bet you'd like to see some of them beat off in the morning." Mikey teased.

Jason growled before he could control himself and found his unoccupied paw clenching in aggravation. It wasn't like anyone else knew he preferred other males, especially not his older brother, but just to have the bigger Labrador say something even insinuating his sexual orientation made his blood boil and his fur bristle.

"Well atleast I don't have a complex about my own masculinity, unlike someone who needs a crowd around him to verify that for him." Having a high I.Q. often meant that Jason made jabs that most had to actually think about before being insulted, however...

"Whatever fag-boi. You just keep that tail of yours hiked for whenever one of the guys want to use it and worry about your own being-a-guyness." Jason sighed as he thought about just how much of a dunce his brother really was. Guyness...that wasn't even a word.

"Come on guys, don't fight. You know what that does to dad whenever he hears you two." Tommy said, finally speaking after getting a good whiff of his brother's cum into his lungs; the smell enough to make the youngest of the three nearly pant and drool over himself.

The other two grunted before returning to what they were doing it was soon after that their dad came dragging himself forward while still half sleep. It was at this time that Jason finished washing his muzzle and took one of the fur brushes while heading out of the private room. While big enough to house three of the Labrador male in the house, when all four came in things got out of control. Someone either stepped on someone else's foot, was under someone else's muzzle, or invading their personal space so much so that it ended up making the entire household cranky so as a general rule, three to the bathroom at one time. With Mikey in the shower now things were easier since Tommy and his dad's bulk could effortlessly pass by one another.

"Mrnin..." Was the reply that Tommy got as he looked to his sire. The youngest of the brother's chuckled as he knew exactly where he got his morning syndrome from. Speaking of which...

"Hey, Mikey?" Tommy called.

"Yeah, what is it?" The oldest of the trio asked as he shut the faucet off and then began to shake off.

"Will you comb my back please, it's tangled up again?" Tommy asked with a little whimper in his voice. A sure fire way to make all older males turn to goo.

"...yeah, sure." Mikey said before he stepped out of the shower and then grabbed a towel hanging in the bathroom closet.

The large, white and fluffy article was just big enough to wrap around the lab's waist completely before Mikey began to use it to run over every inch of his damp body. Having shaken himself in the shower had gotten rid of sixty percent of the water so the towel was mostly a feel good measure. And it really did feel good to Mikey, he always liked soft things like this, but don't tell anyone.

Tommy on the other paw was busily staring at his brother's form. He began to murr a bit into the back of his throat when he caught the clean scent of the two year older male. Even though he preferred musk there was something nice about a clean smelling male just out of a hot shower/bath. How much he wished he could just...

"Don't worry Tommy you'll be as big as Mikey in about another year or so. There's no need to ogle him like he's a piece of meat." Their father said cheerfully as he patted his youngest on the back to reassure him.

Tommy nearly pissed himself as he forgot his old man was standing there with them. Shakily nodding his head and making a confirmation in the back of his throat Tommy grabbed a fur brush and then fled from the bathroom. Both father and oldest son looked confused before staring at one another and then shrugging. To them, Tommy was the weird one of the house.

In his room Tommy was sighing as he brushed his head fur in an attempt to get himself decent. Gods how he wished he could just go up and sniff his brother and even his dad until their scents were ingrained in his senses so much so that he could never be rid of their stink. Even clean there was a subtle smell that came from other males that made Tommy's stomach knot up and his cock and sheath pulse. But it wasn't just the scent, he loved to just stare at his family and think up all of the ways he could get closer to them without having to expose his secret. How he could just imagine grappling his dad until the older male pushed him to the ground and then snapped his fangs over is throat, or how Mikey could wrestle him to the ground and then press his heavy foot into his nose, or even have Jason tackled him like he would his teammates in practice until he was laid out on the floor under him made the youngest lab pant and drool all over himself. His tail was wagging happily at his thoughts and the even movements of his fur brush gliding over the tangled fur of his head made Tommy drift off into his own little world for a moment.

"Told you morning wood's a bitch. Look at you just getting pre all over yourself." Tommy snapped from his daze as he looked to his oldest sibling and then down to himself and sure enough his puppymaker was out of his sheath about five inches and drooling down his length to the side of his balls and down to the floor.

"Uh...I...you see...that is..." It was at times like these that Tommy wished he had Jason's I.Q. and quick wit.

"Whatever, just paw off and then let me comb your fur; breakfast is not going to make itself and it's my turn to cook today." Mikey said in a huff.

Tommy simply nodded before tossing his brush onto his bed and then sitting himself down so that he could get better balance of himself. Way back when he was just starting puberty the younger lab had pawed himself off so hard that he literally fell over and crashed landed on the floor. That had been ultra-embarrassing to explain when both Mikey and Jason stormed in to see what the problem was. Of course it was made worse when Mikey had laughed his tail off and teased him until he turned red from awkwardness, even worse was when Jason had sniggered behind his paw while trying to be helpful.

Now as he sat with his tail curled around his midsection and his right paw gripping his heated foot of doggy cock the youngest lab of the house closed his eyes and ran his paw pad up and down his dick in an effort to make himself cum. Shallowly his eyes cracked enough to stare at his oldest brother while his tongue lolled from his lips and his hips thrust into the air. His racing heart had nothing on his erection as Tommy hunched upwards in an effort to find release. His tip was a fountain as his pre burbled up and out over his paw making his strokes faster, his tail lashed around like a whip, and is breathing sped up but all for show as Tommy couldn't bring himself to climax. He danced on the edge of his own orgasm but without some kinda funky, raunchy, male scent soaked piece of something he was firing blanks. In that instance Tommy stopped his paw's movements and looked to the head of his bed.

‘What happened to his dad's shoes?' Was the question circling his head. He hadn't seen them or smelled them when he got up, so where did they...?

"Awww, come on man! This is taking forever. Here, let me do it. We'll be here all morning if I don't." Mikey said with frustration clouding his voice as he strode to his younger brother's side and then gripped his cock in one of his larger paw.

Tommy yelped when he was manhandled and the made a quiet growl in the back of his throat as Mikey jacked on his cock like a professional. Since they were brothers and not shy about their bodies it had happened that they all had made each other cum once or twice by stroking each other off, though usually that had been in a circle with somebody's paw on somebody else. Now as Tommy sat with his hips pounding against his mattress as his brother brought him closer and closer to orgasm the younger lab reached out for his sibling and then dug his nose into the older one's underarm and inhaled deeply.

Like a shot of adrenaline racing through his veins Mikey's scent struck a cord in Tommy that made him grit his teeth and then yip as his cock shot white strings into the air and over Mikey's paw and arm. Instead of being repulsed Mikey was too busy keeping up his paw strokes and watching as his younger brother nuzzled and sniffed at his pit. His eyes nearly bulged out as he realized what was going on.

When Tommy's cock had shot its last the two brothers separated and the oldest looked to his glazed eyed brother with some confusion. Turning to stare at his shoulder on down to his paw Mikey didn't know what to say. Instead he wiped off the sticky cream from his fur and then ran his coated paw onto the towel still on his waist. Looking to the dreamy eyed Tommy, Mikey wasn't sure what to say but instead did what all brothers would do in his situation.

"So that's how you get off, huh? Guess I can stop calling Jas fag-boi now and give you that title."

Instantly Tommy woke himself from his mental blackout and then looked up to Mikey with fear in his eyes. Whimpering and backing onto his bed the younger Labrador curled his tail under him and stared at his sibling in terror.

"Please Mike, don't tell dad. Please don't!" His voice was quivering as he spoke unsure of anything at the moment.

Mikey lowered his head before crawling on the bed and then up to his younger brother before he settled over him. Staring down at the smaller canine Mikey leaned down until they were muzzle to muzzle with one another before smiling at him.

"You really think I would tell dad about this?" He asked honestly.

Tommy didn't say anything but instead turned his head to look away. Well, that was before claws were in his fur running up and down his stomach. Soon his scared look was replaced by one of laughter and unrestrained humor as Tommy couldn't control himself. His body was rocked with giggles and shakes.

Mikey looked down at his youngest brother and kept on tickling him before he watched the other began to gasp and pant harshly. It was a little know fact that the younger lab had a severe weakness to being touched, especially by someone with the intent on tickling him. The slightest touch could make Tommy whimper and then spout giggles from his throat before rolling on the floor in a ball with his tail covering his body in some sort of defense. Tommy had passed out once from pure exhaustion as he couldn't breathe correctly and nearly scared the living crap out of Mikey during that time three years ago. Even now Mikey watched as his littlest brother rolled into a ball of shakes and laughs under him. There was no reason for him to hide something like this from him, who cared if he was a musk lover, he was still Mikey's little bro.

Once he was satisfied the older dog smirked and hugged his baby brother around the chest trying to put as much comfort as he could into his actions.

"Hey, however you get off is none of my business just remember that from now on you can tell me anything, okay? You don't have to worry about me telling dad on you because I'll be the one to kick your tail in if you do something stupid." Mikey said honestly.

Tommy looked to the older Labrador and then nodded with tears of relief in his eyes before hugging him back.

"Now don't think that I won't be teasing you for this because I will be for now on, you musk-loving freak."

"Hey!" Tommy yelled out indignantly.

"What? You do like musk and that's freaky. I bet you wanna sniff my pit right now, don'tcha?" Mikey asked while lifting is arm up for Tommy.

The younger of the two tried to look away but his eyes kept straining to turn back to where that field of dark fur and sweat was. His nose wiggled as it sniffed the air and soon into the center of Mikey's underarm. His eyes followed soon after and began to lower while the younger male's tongue came out and dug for gold. The older lab hadn't put on any of that nasty tasting deodorant so all Tommy got was the rich taste of his brother on his pallet, and damn if he didn't love it. Mikey found himself snickering as he felt the cool, moistness of his younger brother's snout push into his body before he got a wicked idea. Lowering his arm just as quick as he had lifted it Mikey watched as Tommy, instead of struggling, buried his muzzle deeper in. That explained why the other always liked wrestling with him.

"Hey, you do remember that we have to get cleaned up for breakfast now you know?" Mikey asked while Tommy ate out his armpit.

A muffled confirmation made the older Lab raise his arm up and then release his younger brother before looking at him and then gawking. Tommy was the picture of someone in euphoria as his tongue drooped from between his lips like a lunatics, his eyes were crossed, and his tail was thumping the bed like the beat of a drum. Taking a quick sniff over the other dog it was hard to tell that he had washed up as Tommy's entire face smelled like underarm sweat. His underarm sweat.

Mikey shook his head as that thought should not have made him feel as proud as he did at that moment before he snapped his claws in front of Tommy's face to wake him from out of his second daze of the hour.

"Hey, turn over so I can brush out your fur and then get dressed. We can talk about you being my pit slave later." Mikey commanded and watched as Tommy did so obediently before grabbing the discarded fur brush and getting to work.

"And put your tail down, I don't swing that way. We're brother's after all. Go find a boyfriend for that!" Mikey said while smirking.

Just outside of the door Jason was watching everything with a calculating look in his eyes while he tapped a pair of leather shoes against his hip. So somebody else in the house knew about Tommy's little fetish, seemed like he was the odd one out then as Jason looked at his father who was on the other side of the door smiling smugly.

"I know my sons." The older lab said before yawning and walking downstairs.