"Let's see, the girls are still out..." Bandit muttered to himself, checking outside the window past the parted curtains in the living room. "Late in the arvo, five PM on the dot." The beautiful sun setting over the orange hue of the cloudless sky said much the same. His tail wagged behind him when he then went off to the kitchen, to the fridge, and opened it, sifting through various items towards the eight coldies that were perfectly stashed away out of peeping eyes. "And a good amount of coldies for a good ol' time!" He grinned at the end of it, especially once he heard the doorbell ring.

"Already? That bloke's a fast one, he is," He noted to himself as he sped-walked to the front door and unlocked it as fast as he could to let in the one dog he invited over for the evening. The dog in question happened to be Radley, the oldest of the heelers. His orange-to-blue fur and luscious hair were such a pleasure for the middle son to see at any time. As was shown by how fast Bandit's tail wagged sideways.

"Heya, Bandy, what's been goin' on lately?" The multicolored heeler greeted, stepping in with open arms. "Gonna give your ol' mate some- oof!" His brother had suddenly lurched forward and trapped him in a tight, but pleasant hug with no warning. "Sugar?" He chuckled, patting his head and rubbing his ears, earning him a soft whine in return. "You that eager to see me?"

"It's been a while, hasn't it, mate?" Bandit asked, buzzing against the crook of his neck and murring softly, earning him a few back pats and scratches as the latter kicked the door shut. "Almost forgot you were real."

"Oh, bugger off with that, Bandy, we talked online just last week, haven't we?"

They separated with a smile, looking each other in the eyes for a moment before one of them snaps out of it, and the blue heeler clears his throat, fighting down the blush flowing in beneath his fur.

"Uh, anyways, the girls are out on an all-night field trip, so I thought you and I would like to try an' catch up for old time's sake with some coldies in the fridge." He gestured to the eight bottles of bottled spirits sitting on the counter with a ball game on the Television screen. "It's beer o'clock after all. Got four for the both of us to get blotto on, yeah?"

"Heh, bonza." Radley's voice dropped an octave, sounding just about husky and laced with yearning as both heelers settle down on the couch with a bottle in paw. He may have been invited over to hang out with his little bro, but it wasn't just to reminisce on old times and have a beer or many. It was the first one, but entirely the opposite of what Bandit was suggesting. He didn't specify the wonders of the 80's that they'd go over, but there was one thing he was eager to go through with.

He remembered ten or so years back that their father would end up making it slip to him and Stripe that Bandit had quite a mouth on him despite not having used it much during his youth up until college. Not that it was much fun to poke at him for any more at that point, or for him to remotely care, until one fateful night in their bedroom upon everyone returning home from graduation. It was fuzzy, but the young Radley had been awakened to the middle heeler of the bunch going down on him on their shared bed. Sucking hungrily on his cock, and sloppily at that.

The lamp was on and Radley, whilst trying not to make noise, was treated to the sight of the blue heeler twisting his paw up and down his length while slurping loudly on the tip and a few inches down from there, moaning and whining as loud as having a cock shoved into his mouth would allow. Stripe slept in the next room thankfully, but he had the misfortune of suffering this, and couldn't do much but lay there and enjoy the ride as silently as possible. He was already seeing someone and very clearly wanted to stop Bandit, but because he was sucking him up like a pro, it eliminated his willpower.

It never happened again after that, but whenever Frisky gave him a skilled blowjob, he could very clearly see Bandit in her place, sucking his cock exactly how the latter did back in the day. It had haunted him, of course, but when he started hearing stories from a few mates of his about his brother, he went along with it, as did Stripe, who he heard about from Trixie was walked in on smooching his older brother with their dicks out a few months earlier. After Bob had his fill of the little bugger, Radley himself was next in line to 'av a go' at him. And in any way he saw fit.

The recent wet dream about him and Frisky taking turns slurping him up at different angles helped fasten his resolve, and tell him exactly what he was going to do. And since he was invited over, the opportunity to go ahead with it showed itself.

Halfway through his bottle, the comforting warmth settling in his chest and the buzz in his system made his orange tail thump against the couch cushion he sat upon. He didn't pay much attention to what Bandit was saying, let alone the events happening on TV as he took another swig. He had started to tune out Bandit's rambling about the shenanigans they used to get up to like his kids did now halfway through, his sheath buzzing at the thought of getting him down on his knees and using that smug little mouth that had a habit to pop off when it wasn't given permission to. Like he wouldn't have permission to pull off until he came down his throat or if he wanted to make him look the part of a slut by finishing on his face.

One of those two was going to come true either way before too long. And they'd come true tonight. Radley murred thoughtfully at this, nodding to every single thing his little brother said and taking a big swig, finishing the rest of the bottle in one go before turning his unfocused eyes toward him, a heavy blush radiating on his cheeks. By then, Bandit had noticed, and was blushing with him as well.

"Oi, Bandy..." He murred huskily.

"Uh, yeah mate?" Bandit responded, anxiety building up in his system from the way the multicolored heeler looked at him. Did it really just take one bottle for him to get drunk? He was certain he handled his liquor better than this, or was he looking for something else. "Any reason you're looking me in the eyes like that?"

"Eh, just wonderin', really," The canine stood and made his way directly in front of the younger heeler, parting his legs and gripping his sheath and balls with both paws in such a casual manner that Bandit sat there in utter silence for five full seconds before he realized what he was looking at and recoiled in shock, blushing as heavily as the older, not expecting this at all. But he felt he'd seen it coming somehow.

"What the...Rad?" He gasped, lifting his head up to see the shit-eating grin on his older brother's face. Of course, he didn't see his paw grabbing the back of his head before he was brought off the couch on his knees and smushed snout-first into a pair of heeler nads. He hadn't thought to push himself off and tell him to knock it off when the ripe scent of sex and sweat had flown into his nostrils regardless of the fur that was tickling him.

"Hope ya don't mind, mate, but I'm gonna give that yapper of yours another use, if ya catch me drift," Radley said with a short cackle, rutting his junk against the blue dog's face and muzzle that opened up and clamped its lips down on his sheath, sucking away with no further resistance. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, his dick starting to wake up and push out into his maw. "Ooh, guess you don't then. Bonza."

"Mmmrph~," As soon as Bandit caught wind of Radley's bits, he automatically leaned into it and got down to working the rest of his cock out of the sheath with slow, firm sucks, listening to the hisses and soft praises he gave him. He knew it was his own brother, but the fact that he smelled the scent of a man who got laid regularly with women and men alike, he knew he had to have the taste of such in his mouth right then and there. No sense in being hesitant, especially since Radley wasn't.

"Attaboy, Bandy, get that banger outta there," He encouraged, still thrusting against Bandit's mouth whose tongue was swirling around his still erecting dick, letting out an airy moan trailing off into a hiss when he started sucking on the head and letting out numerous pops and licks. "Fuckin' A...yeah..."

Upon the next pop, Bandit had let go of his dick, his eyes half-lidded and filled with pure lust that roll up to the blue-orange canine above him, then back to his manhood that stood nice and hard at ten inches. Just as long as their dad, and the memories of having this bad boy stuffed down his throat surfaced in his mind. And by the way things seemed in this scenario, he was going to get a nice repeat of it, but from another relative of his. And after him, who else? Stripe? He couldn't be any bigger than him or Rad, that was for sure.

His mouth was still open, but before he could go back in himself, Radley growled and shoved his entire length down his throat in one accurate thrust. The sudden rush of dick filling his maw had him gagging off the bat and holding onto his brother's hips, his balls against his chin and naval fur pressing against his snout as he moaned with a gag, eyes crossing together. The older heeler laughed, just eating up the look on this dog's silly face. "Hah, Frisky looked exactly like that last night. While I thought about'cha and your warm gob."

He pulls back only half of his length, giving him some time to breathe, as shown by him coughing with a piece of him still in his mouth and huffing desperately out of his nose. He was hungry to fuck his throat raw, but he wasn't gonna asphyxiate the bastard and knock him out with his cock -- despite the fact he was about to do the former and flood his entire mouth full of all the pent-up love swimming in his balls from days before.

"Got a good breath in, mate?" He asked, shivering slightly from the heeler swirling his tongue around the tip. His smirk comes on once he nods, whining and bobbing his head up and down on what little of his dick he could fit in his mouth. "Good." He clutches Bandit's head with both paws and grits his teeth, throwing his hips forward and driving his cock balls-deep in his throat and back, officially fucking his brother's hot, wet mouth. He sat there while it happened, releasing a series of loud, wet, erotic gagging noises as he held on tight to his big brother and took the maw-pounding like a champ, as he had done for his father.

Of course, he had gotten a bit rusty over time from not having a dick shoved down his throat and later up his ass, so he didn't have much throat control for much longer when the erratic thrusts of Radley's cock pistoning back and forth down his throat's passageway took a bit of a toll on him and he began to feel lightheaded, tapping frantically on his thigh to let him know to let him off. However, he seemed to be too into it to notice as his smooth, but rough pace kept on going.

The tip of his cock backing up only halfway across his slobbering tongue before it went back down his esophagus again and again. His hips slammed flat against his maw that oozed saliva and splattered all around his mouth, and even coated his thrusting cock thick in it from how much slobber he produced from licking all over it and gagging like a cock-hungry prostitute. That must be what's turning Radley on so much, considering he's picking up the pace, moaning loudly all of a sudden when he pulls out halfway and uses his mouth with just the first five inches, cursing with a growl and rubbing his brother's ears down.

"Fuuuck, your mouth's a bloody beauty, it is," He panted, groaning when Bandit sucked on the tip as a way to try and pull all the way off, as his gag reflex was starting to take on a negative effect from being tested so intensely. His neglected cock throbbed fully erect from the treatment but he needed to breathe. Just as he did and got only a few heaving breaths, Radley's paw leaves his head and grabs his slobber-coated cock as he roughly squeezes his ear, gaining a yelp out of the blue heeler.

"Not so fast, you little ankle-biter, I'm not done with you yet!" He growled, forcing Bandit back down on his cock. "Since you could choke down dad's like it's nothing, you can do the same for mine. You even try it again...Rrrr! And I'm stuffing it up your arse next!"

Fucking hell, that threat turned him on. Even more than just having a big dick choke him out from the inside. His paw left his brother's thigh and went to work his cock that leaked its pre-cum at the same pace the older canine went at his throat to the best of his ability. His already tearing-up eyes close and he groans on his dick, the feeling of being face-fucked sending shocks of electricity throughout his entire body. He desperately wanted a moment to get his gag reflex into order, but also didn't want this to stop anytime soon. 

He coughed loudly when Radley went the deepest he's gone yet, almost possibly hitting the end of the passageway that allowed for him to breathe. His lungs cried for release when the schlong in his throat stayed there with the blue-orange dog above groaning in pleasure through clenched teeth, eyes shut close and his iron-clad grip on the younger heeler's ears loosened to scratch them and rub the insides with his thumbs. 

"Hgk--Grk~!" Bandit gagged, staying seated, stroking his cock, and trying as hard as he could not to pass out or throw up. The overwhelming sensation of a big schlong expanding and cutting off his airways was already exhilarating, and the panting grunts of the canine doing the deed was even more. "Hmmm~!"

"Fuck yeah, baby, take that cock nice and deeeeep," His voice shuddered at the end. "Gonna count down from ten now. That's what dad did, right? Hold you down and almost knock you out on his cock countin' down from ten? Yeah, I'm doin' that now~."

By then, Bandit had gone over the edge, spilling his seed in his moving paw with a gurgling grunt, still stroking and getting it all over the floor and his pulsating dick as dots began to dance in his watery vision. Radley counted down far slower than Bob did, taking as long as nine seconds in between, drinking in the desperate but euphoric look on his face while letting his clenching throat hug his huge dick whose bulge showed on his neck.

"Six..." He hissed, spreading his legs more with both paws on the back of his head to affirm his cock was stuck deep in his throat. "Oh, fuckin' god, your throat's the bee's knees, I fuckin' swear!"

"GrRRrRR~! Four!" He slowly thrusted back and forth in Bandit's maw a few times before settling back in as deep as before. "Still with me, mate?"

He couldn't respond as much now, seeing that his lungs were practically screaming for release as did he himself a second time from how hot and increasingly dangerous this was getting for him. Tears rolled down his face, but not of pain, but of pleasure. And pain. His consciousness was slipping and he feared he'd be held there until he blacked out, but holy hell did he wish he could, it'd be so unfathomably hot. 

"Three..." Radley said, finally noticing that Bandit stopped whimpering, and seeing that his eyes were almost completely rolled up. Shit. "Aw, fucking hell..." He pulls out to where his tip rested on his tongue and the blue heeler's coughing and panting heavily. The air was finally his to breathe! His nostrils were drawing it in, but with his thick, fluffy fur plugging them up earlier, he was experiencing asphyxiation a far deal better than before.

Radley let him breathe with his dick still in his mouth, gasping from the tip gradually, and forcefully getting sucked on, until a moment later he was slowly, but deeply sucking his cock now, as though he hadn't just came close to passing out. Radley's semi-concerned face quickly turns back savagely horny and hungry for pleasure. Apparently, the middle son of the pack bounces back quick, meaning he's had plenty of practice with getting throat-fucked into submission. Bonza.

So, fucking, bonza!

He grabs his ears and takes control once more. His hips moved faster than before, sending his dick deep down Bandit's sore throat while letting out snarling moans after another, as his hot mouth had gotten him close to falling over the edge. Those adorable eyes looking up at him from below that shone with deep lust--the same lust that was in his entire system, so all he thought about was having a nice, big cock pumping in his mouth and down his throat and beyond that even.

"Oh, god-- dammit. Dammit!" Radley's growls become louder and louder. "Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!"

"MMMMH!!!"

He didn't see it coming until it was too late. Radley had firmly drove himself balls-deep down Bandit's throat and came right there and then, pumping loads upon loads of his liquid lust down the blue heeler's gullet, his clenched teeth opening to let out a feral groan as each pump sent pleasure up his spine and through his nerves. Bandit took it all with an ugly gurgling sound from the splooge sliding like sweet honey down inside him. His brother pulls out, mid-orgasm, and shoots more on his tongue, allowing him to taste his milk.

"Haah~! Mmmh, so tasteh..." He moaned gleefully, his mind pretty much liquified from the whole experience as Radley himself was completely spent and relieved.

"Aw, cheese and crackers, your mouth is just...just..." He tried to find the word for it as he stroked his cock in his younger brother's mouth to make sure he got all of it before pulling out. "Dynamite."

Bandit took his time swallowing down the excess and gulping before sighing and laying back against the couch. "Oh, yeah-*cough, cough*- I thought it was damn dardy awesome." He licked his own semen off his paw and scooped the rest of it from his spent dick as the older heeler went to get a second beer and return to the couch.

"Oh, yeah, that. That." He said, stepping over the recovering dog and plopping down on his spot, popping the cap and getting to chugging it. The younger stood back up on the couch, laying back with a drawn-out breath. 

"Thanks, by the way," Bandit noted, reclaiming his half-full bottle and drinking with his brother who hummed in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, don't mention it," He replied, looking the other way with a snicker. "Bandy."

"Ugh, and stop calling me that!" The other heeler called out with a playfully annoyed tone.