Follow Through
This is just something quick I threw together, to try my hand at writing porn. Uh, the usual disclaimers. This story, sex acts, one of the brothers is underage, they're both dudes...
Let me know what you think!
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One of the brothers knew more about hockey than the other, and that was why he was confident. His brother was spirited, but he didn't think things through. Perhaps, with age, he would start to think about things more. But now, he would speak and act without considering the consequences.
"The Wolves are going to win." Benji had said, pointing at the screen where the announcers were arguing over the outcome.
Ricky, his younger brother, shook his head. He didn't know anything about hockey, but he just had to be contrary. "Nah, the Skunks have it."
Ben raised an eyebrow, looking at his brother. "The Skunks are awful. Besides, you should have loyalty to the Wolves." He reached over, patting his brother on the head. He ruffled his ears.
Ricky growled, pushing his brothers paw away. "They can't be very good, if you're a fan."
Terrible logic, but what can you do. Ricky was still a kid, a few weeks out from his fourteenth birthday. He just liked to argue with his brother, and it was an affectionate arguing. Benji didn't take it seriously. With a roll of his eyes, he pulled his paw back. "Sure, we'll see."
He liked to be different, too, Ricky did. He liked to differentiate himself from the crowd, and lately, from Ben. They were five years apart, but he still needed to insist they were different people. It wasn't like they were twins.
"You'll see, the Skunks have got this. Want to bet on it?" Ricky said, turning to face his brother now.
Ben couldn't help but roll his eyes again. Ricky loved to bet on things, but he didn't understand a proper wager. A real bet had real consequences. "Bets don't mean anything to you."
"What? Yeah they do!" Ricky was excited now, it would be hard to change his mind.
"What was the last bet we made?" Ben asked, keeping his eyes on the game, which would start soon.
"We raced to the stop sign." So Ricky remembered clearly enough.
"And what did we agree to do if we lost?" Ben asked, building his case one step at a time.
"The loser would do the winner's laundry for a week." Ricky nodded.
Instead of speaking, Ben just pointed to his basket of laundry, sitting and waiting to be washed.
"Well, yeah, but you cheated at the race." The younger wolf huffed, confident that he had been slighted.
"I didn't cheat, you just back out of every bet we make. So what's the point anymore?" Benji finally took the time to look down disapprovingly at his brother.
"I don't back out every time." Ricky looked down when he was met by his brother's gaze.
"The egg hunt at Easter, the costume contest last Halloween, the time you wanted to bet on whether it would rain or not."
"You cheated, every time."
Benji couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, mighty high opinion you have of me."
"This time, I'll promise to do it for sure." Ricky said, looking back up at his brother expectantly.
"You promise? For sure?" Benji asked, mockingly, as he grinned at Ricky.
"I promise."
"You're on."
So the Wolves won. It wasn't really even a question. Ben knew he would win before there was even a bet to make. The Skunks were one of the worst teams in the league. Ricky didn't take it well, and Ben found him pouting at the far side of the couch after the game was over. Sometimes he didn't even act fourteen.
"I win." Benji gloated, reaching over to wheel his brother around.
Ricky spun to look at him. "I don't know how you cheated, but you did." He nodded.
This earned him another chuckle from Ben. "Alright, back out again. We never even agreed on the stakes anyway."
"I'm not backing out." Ricky spoke the next words as if they were painful. "You win. What do you want?"
"Lau-" Ben started to speak, but Ricky cut him off, lunging forward to grab his muzzle and clamp it shut.
"Not laundry, I hate doing laundry." Ricky let go of Ben's muzzle.
"Okay." Ben looked around the room, trying to figure out what he wanted. Nothing came to mind, if not laundry. He'd already taken care of any chores he had, and Ricky didn't actually have much to offer. "I'm going to hold on to it. Just call it a favor, alright?"
Ricky didn't like this, the idea of a nebulous favor. A favor that could be redeemed anytime. "No."
"Its either that, or my basket of laundry is waiting for you. It loves you, Ricky. It wants you." Ben stood up and grabbed the basket, shaking it in the air towards him.
"Gah, you're the worst, Ben! Fine, save the favor, as long as it isn't laundry." Ricky grabbed the remote and turned the TV to a different channel. Ben took his seat back next to him, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
"Mom should be home in a bit. She's bringing dinner. You're hungry, right?" He asked, letting his brother change the channel to whatever he wanted.
"Yeah, I'm starving." The lost bet was already gone from Ricky's mind. It was back to the normal routine. The same went for Ben, he didn't think about it again, not for a couple of months.
The bet came to call early in the morning. The sun was rising, and the boys' mother had already headed off to work. Benji was up, brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen, enjoying the relative silence of the summer morning. He had the day off, and his only plans were to do nothing. The aroma of the coffee had already started to wake him up. Getting up early was the only way to truly enjoy doing nothing all day.
Of course nothing wasn't actually nothing. Ricky would be around, and that meant being a good older brother and entertaining him. The familiar sound of the shower running in the other room signaled to Ben that his brother had woken up. Leaving the coffee to brew, he glanced down the hallway towards the bathroom. The bathroom door opened, and his younger brother, clad in a towel, scurried through the hallway to his bedroom. When he scurried back past, a set of fresh clothes was with him. The door closed.
Shaking his head, Ben sat down in the kitchen and browsed the daily news on his laptop. By the time Ricky emerged from the depths of the hallway and joined Ben in the kitchen, the interesting headlines had been exhausted, as had most of his cup of coffee. Ben snorted when he saw his brother, and then gave in to laughter. Ricky raised his eyebrow, confused about what was funny.
What was funny was that Ricky had, in an attempt to prove he was getting older, recently switched from briefs to boxers. The current pair of boxers he was wearing, along with a sleeveless white tank (a real outfit wasn't necessary if you had no plans to go outside), didn't have a button on the front.
"Had some good dreams there, buddy?" Benji asked, pointing at his brother's boxers.
Looking down, Ricky realized that his wolfhood had emerged slightly from his sheath, and was hanging lewdly from the slit in the front of his boxers. With his ears in a deep blush, he pushed it back in and shifted the boxers a bit, so they would hold him better. He sat across the table from Ben and didn't say anything
"Oh, get over it. I've bathed you before." Ben said, closing his laptop. Then he let Ricky sit for a few minutes to get over it. Without speaking, he stood and went for the couch. As he expected, Ricky was hot on his heels, and reached the couch before he did.
The younger wolf grabbed the remote and claimed the TV was his. "I want to watch a movie."
Ben sat next to his brother, in his usual spot, and put up no protest. "It's 8 in the morning. What movie could you possibly want to watch?"
Ricky shrugged and keyed in the movie channel. Ben waited patiently as Ricky rejected every movie on the list. The remote was removed from the younger wolf's hands, and Ben went through the list now. "How about this one? We wanted to see it in theaters, but never got the chance." The older wolf settled on the action movie he had found. Ricky had his chance, and he passed it up. Now the older brother got to choose what they watched.
Luckily, Ricky didn't object. "Is that the one with Liz Taylor in it?"
There were a lot of action movies, and all of them had a hot leading lady. Ben checked the info. "Yeah, Liz Taylor and Liam Farson. Why? Were you dreaming about Liz?" Benji grinned big and nudged his brother with his shoulder.
"No! But she is hot though." Ricky stared off into space, and Ben had to snap his fingers to bring his brother back to reality.
"You should go back to briefs." Benji said, once again pointing out the younger boy's erection, which had slipped through the front of his underwear.
Ricky quickly stuffed it back in.
"She's not that hot, though." Ben mused, kicking his feet up on the table as he usually did. "I had a girl hotter than her last week." One of Ricky's favorite things to talk about, he always listened intently when his brother told him of his adventures.
"Oh, yeah?" The younger wolf made sure his boxers were situated properly before listening to the rest of the story.
Ben went on to tell Ricky the more interesting bits of an encounter he'd had at a bar a week prior. Head from a girl in the bathroom, and he'd never even gotten her name. It was a shame, because she had been as hot a girl as any he'd seen. By the time the story was done, Ben was glad his underwear of choice, boxer briefs, provided better support than his brother's. The white underwear did little to hide the crimson maleness bulging against it, but at least it wasn't flopping out.
"What's it like?" Ricky asked, taking Ben by surprise.
"What's what like?" Ben returned with a question, shifting his leg slightly to block the view of his bulge.
"A blow job." Ricky said simply, matter-of-factually, as if it were something that could be summed up easily.
Benji wasn't sure how to respond, so he chewed on his lip for a moment. "Er, well, it feels good." He'd always been open with his younger brother about his sex life, but the boy had never asked for more specifics. He didn't see any reason to hold back now.
"Good how?" Ricky looked attentively up at his brother.
It wasn't easy to explain. "Like when you, uh, you know...jerk it. But warmer. And better." Benji thought back to the girl at the bar, in the bathroom. His length throbbed again in his underwear. He'd need to ditch his brother to take care of it.
"Huh." Ricky said, and Ben wasn't sure if he understood. Now he was just trying to figure out how to be alone for ten minutes. Looking around the room, he searched for an excuse to disappear for just long enough to jack one out. Then he saw his old hockey stick hanging on the wall, and he remembered the favor. Thoughts led to ideas which led to worry that led to excitement. His cock throbbed again. His brother owed him a favor.
No, that's wrong in so many ways. "Ricky?" Ben asked, looking down at his younger brother, feeling lecherous. He shifted now so that his leg didn't block the view of his bulge. "I need a favor."
"What is it?" The younger wolf tilted his head to the side. Adorable. His younger brother. He couldn't just use him to get off.
But he needed to get off. And his brother owed him a favor.
"A blow job?" Ben said, wincing, speaking the words as if they were painful.
"Gross, no." Ricky responded earnestly, putting someone's dick in his muzzle was not on the agenda.
Yeah, that was the sane answer. The answer he expected. No reason to argue. "Come on, you owe me a favor, remember?"
"Yeah, a favor. I didn't mean it like that!" Ricky stood up now, realizing that his brother was being serious.
Ben thought about it for a minute. He needed to just go get off in the bathroom, that would get rid of these stupid ideas. But now the idea was in his head, and the flash of excitement he felt in his belly, when he thought of his brother between his legs..."I've got an idea."
Ricky responded by crossing his arms.
"You were asking what a blow job feels like. If you do me, I'll do you." Ben couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, but he knew he was still in control of himself. He wasn't doing anything he didn't want to.
Benji had never thought about his brother sexually before. He had never thought about another male sexually before. But what he had at the moment was a need, and it needed to be taken care of. Ricky's response shocked him.
"Okay." He said, hesitantly. The fourteen year old was a virgin, so of course he'd do something crazy if it meant more than his own paw.
Ben stared at him, still not sure he'd won, or what 'winning' actually meant in this situation. Then he couldn't stop it, because it was set in motion. His brother approached him, was kneeling in front of him, had his paws on his underwear. There was a split second where Ben considered stopping Ricky, and then his erection was free to the air. Bright red and practically throbbing, Ben was proud of his maleness. Ricky slid the underwear down to Ben's knees, and then stared at the cock as if it were something that needed to be conquered.
Any hope of stopping ceased when Ricky's paw wrapped around the knot forming at the base of Ben's cock. Ricky was inexperienced, so he didn't know quite how to grip it, but he knew the ins and outs from his own body. Paw on the knot, eyes closed tight, Ricky gave the slick cock a slurp. And then another. Watching his brother lick his wolfhood, to his surprise, turned Ben on more than he would care to admit.
Ricky looked up at his brother nervously now, licking as he did so. Ben couldn't help but have his tongue fall from his muzzle in a pant as he enjoyed his service. It was better than the girl at the bar, maybe not in quality, but the general 'wrongness' made it almost unbearable. But the boy was just licking, sliding his tongue from just above the knot to the head, then repeating. His left paw gripped the knot tightly, and his right paw was placed on the table as support.
"Put it in your muzzle, lick around it while you hold it there." Ben instructed, putting his paw on Ricky's neck reassuringly.
The younger brother stopped licking and looked up at Benji for a moment, paused. Ben worried that the boy had come to his senses and would stop before the best part. Then his head was engulfed in his brother's warm muzzle, and his worries were gone.
Ricky followed his instruction well, taking the head and part of the shaft into his muzzle. It was now that he got a good taste of his brother. It was weird, but he tasted how he would have guessed, if he had to guess how his brother tasted.
Ben was almost lost now, head falling to the side, his tongue falling humorously out the side of his muzzle. He murmured every now and then, and whispered encouragement to his brother.
The young wolf was still nervous. He was fourteen, he knew how to jerk himself off. He'd been through sex-ed. He knew what would happen soon, and he wasn't sure he wanted it in his mouth. But the chance to receive from his brother, to finally feel what a real blow job was like, was too good to pass up. He could lie and say it was a girl, and tell all the boys at school what it was like. He'd leave out everything about his brother, because it was wrong.
That was what Benji enjoyed the most. Picking up girls at a bar, that was easy. Piece of cake. It didn't mean anything. There was no skill in it. Picking up his younger brother, that took finesse. It wasn't a feat he thought he'd be proud of, but he couldn't deny enjoying the experience. The boy's rough tongue slipped past his head, wrapped around it, slid down almost to his knot. Pleasure was what he was feeling, but he wanted ecstasy. For that, the boy would have to take the knot. But Ben was well endowed, and Ricky was inexperienced.
"Try to muzzle as much as you can." Benji pleaded of his brother.
Ricky thought he was already muzzling as much as he could, but he tried to fit more. His lips couldn't quite reach the knot before he gagged. His tongue kept working, though.
Ben found himself doing feeble half thrusts, wanting to muzzle fuck the boy good, but he still had some sense to him. Ricky agreed to this, if he mistreated him now then he wouldn't trust him anymore. But the small thrusts up into the muzzle moved his just slightly closer to the edge. It was almost time.
"Now move up and down, fast." Ben loosened the grip he had on Ricky's neck, realizing how tight it actually was, and allowed him to move freely. His paw sliding down to Ricky's shoulder, giving it a light message to encourage the boy to keep going.
Ricky's stomach turned, he knew that Ben was close to cumming. The older wolf was panting heavily, twitching randomly, and the cock in his muzzle was throbbing. He obeyed, moving his muzzle swiftly along his brother's dick. Up, and down, and up again.
Ben was in heaven, half thrusts up into the boy's wet muzzle, feeling the tongue working as the warmth repeatedly engulfed his length. He twitched, and then spasmed, and then he erupted into his brother's muzzle.
Ricky got a taste of the first burst of semen in his muzzle, and he gagged. As quick as he could, he pulled back, The second burst striking the side of Ricky's retreating muzzle while Ricky grimaced and tried to spit everything in his muzzle onto the ground while the rest of Ben's orgasm rocketed into the air, landing all along his chest and belly in copious splurts. Ben barely payed any attention to Ricky, who was clicking his tongue, as if something was stuck on the roof of his mouth. The older male quite content, panting and riding out the rest of his afterglow with his glistening, saliva-slicked length still remaining solid and unsheathed. A few smaller spurts of cum dribbled down the side when he rewarded himself with a few light squeezes around his knot.
The older wolf had forgotten about his deal, to take care of his brother in return for the blow job. With his appetite now sated, he had no desire to blow his brother. Looking down at Ricky, he almost felt bad for what had just happened. Gladly, the boy was cute only in the usual way, as his younger brother. Lacking the desire to do anything to Ricky was a good thing.
Ricky, however, looked up expectantly at his older brother, eager for his turn even with a streak of wolfcum still stuck to his cheekfur. His own maleness, quite a bit smaller than his brothers, stood at attention from the slit on his boxers. It twitched in anticipation, and Ricky smiled. The taste of his brother's cum was still stuck on his tongue, but he was getting used to it. The experience hadn't be so bad, and with his reward, it would definitely be worth it. Benji stood up, and Ricky wagged his tail excitedly.
But the older wolf didn't move to keep his end of the bargain. Instead, he started for his bedroom.
"Benji, wait!" Ricky called after him. No way was he going to get out of it.
The older brother stopped and turned back to his brother. He grinned as big as he could, ear to ear, at the pup on the floor. "Sorry, bro. But you owed me."
Ricky stood and chased after his brother, who sprinted off and locked the door to his room, laughing all the way. Waiting in the hallway, the young wolf stared at his cock. He considered the taste of his brother, stuck in his muzzle. Anger welled in his stomach. It wasn't fair. He was supposed to get a blow job, too. He stuffed his length back into his boxers, and sat down on the floor, back against Benji's door. He wasn't going to give up until he got his brother to follow through.