Pupping Out Down Under

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I love traveling. It’s something I’ve only started to be able to do recently and I have been taking full advantage. This past December I took my first international flight in decades - to Australia. In addition to just wanting to visit this beautiful country, I had someone special there I wanted to see, my little brother.

Not my actual little brother, mind you. I mean little brother in the kink sense. Like a daddy and son dynamic, but instead we are big brother/little brother. So lots of teasing, joking around, and “bullying” going on between us.

And by bullying, I mean bullying his ass with my dick.

My little bro is cute, tall, furry, lanky, awkward-like-a-puppy-who’s-too-big-for-his-own-body, adorable, otter of a boy. I had known him for a couple of years, having met through a 3rd person online and instantly bonded. We talk all the time, tell each other everything, and as I was pleased to confirm during my visit, are intensely sexually compatible.

It had been a few days since I arrived (plenty more to tell you about later), and the two of us were relaxing in the small apartment I had rented, content to just enjoy each other’s company for the day. We were, of course, wearing only our jocks, as we had been doing whenever we were alone during my stay.

With my overactive libido, it didn’t take much for us to frequently end up in bed together. Bed not actually required. My little bro had quite the talented mouth and accommodating hole on him, and I made sure to make use of them whenever the mood struck me. He was more than happy to oblige and help his big brother out.

We were in the living room on the couch when I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. Turning to my unsuspecting little brother, I slipped a hand under his thigh, aiming straight for his hole. As my finger hit my target, I leaned in to kiss him, a deep moan escaping him as his extremely sensitive hole was played with. I learned very quickly that it didn’t take much to get him going, at least with me.

I kept on teasing his hole with my fingers while we made out on the couch. I spit on them briefly to help slick them up, and slid up and down his hole. Every sensation caused my little bro to squirm and jolt, whimpering into my mouth. I bite at his lips as I gently pressed my fingertips inside of him. Soon I needed a lot more than just fingers, so I stood, pulling him up with me, and lead him to the bedroom.

Pushing him down onto the mattress, I quickly settled in behind him, going face first for the hole I was just teasing open. A loud moan escapes my little brother, his face buried in a pillow, as I lick long, slow swaths across his hole. Spreading him open with both hands, I dove in as far as I was able, pushing my tongue inside him in the same fashion. I tongue fucked him slowly, but firmly, as he writhed on the bed, ass in the air and clutching a pillow to his face.

What happens next will require a little bit of prefacing. As most of my readers know, I by and large consider myself to be a dom top. I enjoy (and think I’m quite good at) dominating and fucking bottom and sub boys. But that’s not all there is about me or all I like. A couple of times in past stories I have written about being on the sub side of things with the right person. Similarly, albeit still different from that, I also identify as a pup. I wouldn’t necessarily consider this aspect of myself submissive, though it’s certainly possible. I largely consider myself an independent pup - a gamma pup, as opposed to an alpha or beta, is a term I’ve taken to using - desiring my freedoms far too much to be willing to agree to be collared by most other doms. When I do interact with others, that side of myself is able to adapt to the role that is needed of me. If someone needs to step up an be in charge, I’m there, but I’m also just as happy to defer to another pup or a handler if the situation calls for it as well. Not saying it couldn’t happen, just saying that even when I’m a pup, I’m still a dom top.

My little brother is one of only a few people I have shared my pup side with. I can feel some familiar stirrings coming up as we tumble on the bed - a propensity for growling and biting, a desire to remain non-verbal. I’ve never actually gone into pup mode with another person like this…let’s see where this goes.

I continued my rimming, gradually getting rougher, licking larger swaths, and biting at his cheeks. I allow myself to growl, loudly, as I buried my face in his behind. My little brother could only moan and writhe, struggling to keep even the most basic thought coherent in his mind. When I’ve had my fill, I licked and bit my way up his back until I covered most of his body with my own.

I licked and bit at his neck, growling directly into his ear. I let out a small bark and nudge his head towards the nightstand with the lube on it, hoping he will figure out what I am asking for.

“What is it big bro?” my little brother asked.

“Ruff,” I barked in response, again nudging him towards the lube.

After that exchange, he seemed to understand what was going to happen. His puppy of a big brother was going to fuck him like a bitch. Literally.

He grabbed the tube of lube, my body still covering his, and squeezed some into his hand. Then he reached underneath and behind himself for my cock, grabbing and slicking it well from base to tip. He wiped the rest on his own hole before returning the lube to the night stand.

Nuzzling the back of his neck, I attempted to aim my cock at his hole, unsuccessfully trying to mount him. Reaching back underneath, he grabbed my cock a second time, and helped guide it into his hole as I pressed forward again. Gasping when my head popped through his ring, he could only groan and whine as I continued to sink the remaining 7 inches of my cock in him to the hilt, not stopping until I was totally bottomed out.

I gave little bro a moment to adjust to his anal intruder, nuzzling and licking his neck and shoulders. Once his breathing leveled out, I gave my first tentative thrust forward and was rewarded with a moan and him pressing back to meet me. I pulled my hips back and then pushed forward again, although at this angle it felt more like I was fucking down into him. My cock was aimed down and forward - pointed directly at his prostate. This let me put all my weight into every thrust.

It didn’t take long for the fuck to get intense. We hadn’t changed positions once and I had no intention of doing so. My little bro is doing all he can to stay on all fours but every time my cock scraped over his prostate he squirms. I fucked him harder than I have the entire trip, thinking only of the tight hole wrapped around my cock and how much I want to dump my load in it. If it were possible, I’d have knotted him then and there.

As my orgasm approached, I lost a little bit of my rhythm. My hips couldn’t help but to slam forward erratically, pounding my little bro’s poor hole even harder. I wrapped my arms around him as I bit into his shoulder, growling as I felt my cock explode. Continuing to try and enter him even further, he finally collapsed under my weight, with me following.

We lay there and caught our breaths, my cock still stretching him open, sweat dripping from the both of us. I nuzzled and kissed at his shoulder, especially the angry red marks my teeth left.

“Thank you, big bro, for sharing that side of you with me,” I’m told as he reached a hand back to scratch at my hair.

I can only return a small and exhausted “woof.” This pup needs a nap.


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