Eric and Milo: Settling Things
By Green

Milo Thompson stepped into his room, a confident grin on his face. He was quickly followed by his older brother Eric, who was also smiling, though the older German Shepherd looked decidedly more 'amused' than 'self-assured'. He closed and locked the door behind him, ensuring their privacy. He turned to his brother, eyebrow raised slightly.
	"I don't know, Milo. You, how should I put this, you don't have the best 'track record' for this particular 'event'. You sure you wanna do this?"
Milo snorted, as if it was the silliest thought in the world.
	"Of course I am. Why, afraid you'll lose? Are you getting chicken in your old age?"
Eric, who was all of three years older than Milo, glared at the smug teenager.
	"Oh, now you're going *down*, little brother."
With that, Eric opened his belt buckle and undid his fly, dropping his jeans around his ankles. Milo chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head, tail wagging excitedly as he did so.
	"Oh sure, you talk big right now, Eric, but you're going to be eating those words, believe you me."
Before long, both brothers were fully naked, and as it turns out, both of them were at about half mast, already eagerly anticipating the fun they were about to have. 

Milo climbed up onto the bed and lay down flat on his back, trapping his tail between his body and his mattress, while Eric wasted no time in climbing on top of him, until they were eye-to-eye, and more importantly, junk-to-junk. When their penises were right next to each other like this, it was clear that Eric was slightly longer than Milo, but that was not what this contest was about. Eric grabbed the tub of Vaseline by the side of the bed, and dipped a hand in it, hesitating for a moment.
	"Last chance to back out, Milo."
	"Bring it on, big brother."
	"Fine. You know the rules. No stopping, no slowing down until one of us loses."
Milo nodded silently. With that, Eric began to slather his manhood up nice and slick, and then reached down to do the same to his brother's unit. Even this small stimulation was enough to get them both fully hard, ready to begin. Eric set aside the lube and took hold of his brother's hips, pressing his erection against Milo's. Then, he began to oh-so-slowly rub his cock up and down along the length of his brother's. Milo bit his tongue to keep from whimpering in pleasure. He could feel his brother's cock pulsing against his own, feel every twitch, every movement that Eric felt. It was incredible, but Milo was determined to be the winner, so he gritted his teeth and focused on his breathing.

The room was silent except for the gradually deepening breathing of both brothers, and for the wet sound of two rock hard, lubed-up penises rubbing against each other, as Eric began to increase his speed. As the head of his erection bumped against Milo's yet again, Eric tried to distract his brother by playing on his insecurities.
	"Say, Milo, what is it they say about when the balls are touching? I can't remember."
Sure enough, the siblings' testicles were rubbing and sliding up against each other on every stroke. Milo didn't take the bait though, trying mostly successfully to suppress a shudder as a pulse of pleasure spread throughout his body. 
	"I dunno. I thought y-you'd be more of an expert on that kinda thing."
He was proud he'd been able to counter Eric's taunt, but he silently cursed himself for showing weakness and stammering. He couldn't help it, it just felt so fucking *good*! He further fell behind as Eric increased the pressure, pressing their genitals together even harder. Milo flinched as another spasm of bliss spread from his groin and washed throughout his body, and his foot began to twitch involuntarily. Eric picked up on this, of course, and immediately began to taunt him.
	"What's the matter, Milo? Are we losing control, hmm? Why don't you just give in, you'll feel so much better, and I promise to be a graceful winner."
Milo couldn't deny his first point, but the second point was as blatant a lie as he had ever heard. Even as his penis throbbed and ejected a pearl drop of shining precome, Milo gritted his teeth and forced himself to hang on.
	"G-go fuck yourself, Eric."

He closed his eyes, which from Eric's perspective, seemed like the last desperate act of a man who knew he was losing. Eric grinned widely enough to show off his molars. In reality, Milo was forcing himself to focus on his breathing, trying to ignore the delicious friction between the brothers' most sensitive parts. Recently, he had taken up the habit during masturbation of bringing himself right to the edge and then stopping, practicing the skill of forcing the pleasure back down to a controllable level, in the hopes of preventing a repeat of what had happened the first time he and Eric had done The Deed. Now, though, it seemed hopeless. He felt so good he was trembling all over. He gripped the blanket on either side of him so hard his knuckles had turned white. His teeth were so tightly clenched together it was starting to hurt. He had even curled up the toes on his fuzzy feet as if that could help him stave off the inevitable. But he could feel his pleasure rising and rising, the point of no return very close indeed. Just as a part of his mind considered giving in and enjoying his climax, he heard something that made him open his eyes. Eric was visibly shuddering, his face bright red beneath his fur. 
	"...No, no, no! Fuck! Not yet! Oh, nooooooooo!"

Milo watched in amazement as his older brother tilted his head way back and let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a feral howl. Ordinarily, Milo would have worried that someone could hear them, but now he just watched Eric in shock. His brother's breath hissed in and out of his nostrils as he was overtaken by a powerful climax. As Eric shook and twitched above him, Milo let out a quiet moan of his own as he realized he could *feel* his brother's orgasm, feel Eric's erection spasming against his own as hot jets of come spurted out and down onto Milo's furry stomach. Eric's orgasm went on and on, and Milo watched, enthralled, shivering as he felt his older brother's hot sperm pooling on his tummy. Eventually, the spurts lost their strength and Milo felt warmth envelope his genitals as the last of his brother's come oozed out of his rod and down onto Milo's. Finally, Eric sagged, breathing hard, still trembling slightly. For a second, Milo thought his brother had been so weakened by the release that he was going to fall right on top of him, but his arms held. 

Eventually, Eric looked Milo in the eye, visibly embarrassed. If his tail hadn't still been wagging from residual joy, it probably would have been hiding itself between his legs. 
	"So I guess you win."
Milo laughed.
	"You guess? Are you blind?"
He gestured at the still-hot semen on his stomach. Eric shook his head in disbelief and started to get up.
	"Dammit, you never win! How'd you hold out? I guess this means that-"
	"Ahem."
	"What?"
Milo looked down at his rigid prick, aching for release.
	"I've been very patient, Eric."
	"Oh, fine."
Eric had gone quite soft by this point, so he just took Milo in hand and began to gently stroke, using his own come as lubricant. Finally able to relax, Milo just lay back, smiling widely, allowing himself to be swallowed up by the sensations he was feeling. The contest had very nearly been a tie; even with the brief cooling down period he'd received after his brother hit his climax, Milo barely lasted a minute under Eric's tender ministrations before he shuddered into his own orgasm, arching his back and grunting as he ejaculated, sending his own hot seed to join that of his brother on his stomach. To amuse himself, Eric tilted him one way or the other to fill in the gaps his own fluid had left. As usual, Eric did not stop stroking once Milo had gone over the edge, 'milking' his younger brother's penis, keeping him coming and coming until he had nothing left. 

As Milo lay there twitching, enormous grin plastered across his muzzle, Eric couldn't help but smirk. 
	"Proud of yourself?"
	"Oh, yeah. You have no idea. Say, you aren't just going to leave me like this, are you?"
He gestured once more to the man goo on his lower abdomen. Eric frowned but gave in; he'd forced Milo to do this the last time he'd won. He sighed and got on his knees, leaning down towards his brother.
	"I am so going to get you back for this."
As Milo scratched him behind the ears and murmured 'good boy, good doggie' like he was a feral, Eric extended his tongue and began to clean his brother, lapping up the mixture of their sperm - noting that he could not tell the difference by flavour alone - and sticking the tip in Milo's navel to get at every last nook and cranny. When he had licked up the last of their seed, Eric sat up, trying to resist the urge to lick his lips. 
	"There you go, Mr. Winner. Nice and clean. Are you done abusing your position yet?"
	"Yep, that'll do it." 
	"Thank God."
Milo got up and stretched, feeling understandably happy with the universe. 
	"So this means that I get to pick the movie we go to see tomorrow, right?"
Eric sullenly nodded.
	"Yeah, that's what it means, little bro. That's what it means."
	"Excellent!"
Instead of getting dressed, Milo picked up a towel, intending to go take a shower. Eric was mostly clean, but he planned to brush his teeth as soon as humanly possible. As he tugged his tail through the hole in the back of his boxers, he turned to Milo.
	"You know, we were just arguing about going to the movies. Most brothers just play rock-paper-scissors or whatever for that kind of thing."
	"Most brothers are missing out then."
Eric grinned and pulled his pants on.
	"Can't argue with that, Milo. This is a *much* better way of settling things."

And the brothers Thompson went back to their day, eagerly anticipating the next argument that would give them an excuse for a rematch.
