Brother's Problem

When I was twenty, my brother was eighteen. If he had been a bit older, people could have mistaken us for twins. We both have sandy blond hair that we keep long. We're thin and tall, and we both have our father's square jaw and our mother's blue eyes. But that's not what this story is about. Zinfeld came to me one day in distress. "Zinny, what's on your mind?" "Oh, nothing. Well, I was going to ask you something..." "Come on, out with it!" "Well, you jerk off, right?" "What the fuck kind of question is that?" "Oh, sorry, but you do right?" I could tell he was serious about something, and so I decided to take his answer seriously. But not before I thought about, but restrained myself from cuffing him on the side of the head. "Yes, of course. You do too, right?" "Well yes..." He hesitated, and Zin seldom hesitates, so I was like "What?" "Ok, so look Jenson..." He never calls me "Jenson," so this must have been serious, and I was becoming not only concerned for him, but quite curious, too. "I don't think enough comes out." "Huh?" Getting red in the face, he blurted out the details. "OK, so I've been wanking for a few years, and when I started, only a couple of clear drips came out." I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say. "Then more started coming out, but then It kind of leveled off. I don't get enough cum." "Well, how much cum do you get, Zinny?" "I've never measured it, but, well, not very much." Yup, I was right. I had the same concern when I was younger. You would have figured he'd have seen some guys cumming on the Internet. That's how I figured out that one doesn't cum like gallons or something. But maybe he saw the wrong videos, the ones that show guys squirting and squirting lots of cum. At this point, a completely fucked notion came to my mind. Just the thought made my heart leap into my throat. Fortunately I'm a rather bold individual, which by the way, I think has paid off big-time on many occasions, so I just came right out and said it. "Well, show me." "Really, Jen?" "Sure. How else am I going to know whether you're normal or not?" "Well, OK...." He said it slowly, and hesitantly, but at the same time, his thumbs were already in the waistband of his shorts. He pulled them down, and I saw his penis for the first time since we were little kids being bathed together by our mother. I was already springing a huge boner in my shorts just seeing my little brother's weiner. At the time, I had been wondering if I was gay. I mean, guys did get me up, but usually older guys - men I'd see on the internet. At the same time, I liked the girls, too. A few years later I found they had a name for me, "Bisexual." I'm currently in a very happy marriage with two young children. But back to when I was twenty: He just sat down on the edge of my bed doing nothing. "I see you don't have very much hair down there. But don't worry, you will." "I know," he answered. So, that wasn't a concern for him. It had been for me at that age. Somehow, at eighteen, I had become worried that I might stay child-looking forever. It didn't help that many of my friends, even at fourteen, had already grown a decent bush of hair. I guess in our family, we mature more slowly. "Go ahead and jerk off," I told him. Without saying anything, he started kind of playing with his soft, little dick. Nothing happened. I think the poor guy was nervous about doing something so personal in front of his big brother. "Here, let me help with that," and I reached out, and put my fingers gently on his penis. He jumped. I knew the effect. The electric shock one gets on the first touch by someone else. I won't tell you how I knew that effect, but I did. I knew it well. Within minutes, his penis was rock hard. I kept going, and soon enough, he was tensing all his muscles, arching his back, and yelling, "I'm gonna cum." "Go for it!" He did, and a typical amount of cum came out of him, squirting an inch or two up into the air, then landing on my fist and his lower stomach. "Dude, you're fine. That's the amount of cum I get." "Really?" I was hoping for the opportunity that might come next, if I played my cards right. "Really, want me to prove it?" I probably should not have posed that as a question. Instead I should have said, "Here, I'll prove it," so he couldn't decline. Because, as you can imagine, I was super horned-up at that point. To my relief, he said, "Yes." I pulled down my pants, revealing my totally typical six-inch cock, which was fully hard, of course. "Wow, that fucking thing's huge!" Zinny responded without thinking. I'm only a half-inch bigger than he is, if even that. "Thank you. That's what you can look forward to in another year or two." "Cool." "Yup, I was just like you a while back." I started to slowly wank myself right in front of my brother. On the one hand, I was feeling shy, and kind of naughty. On the other, I was very excited. But, there was one more thing I really, really wanted. I didn't want to wank myself. I wanted Zinny's hand on my penis. "Zin, I probably can't cum by myself right now. Too, well, nervous, to tell you the truth." "I understand." But he just sat there, forcing me to ask. "But I think if you 'do' me, that will work." "Um, OK." He reached out, and very gingerly touched my rock-hard, throbbing cock. I would like to tell you that he gave me a great handjob, but unfortunately two or three seconds after he wrapped his fingers around my dick, I came, proudly squirting all over his hand. I noticed a very delighted twinkle in his eye. A couple of days later, being the bold guy I am, I was planning to ask him whether we might like to repeat the performance. I didn't get the chance. Instead, he asked me. A couple of years later, after we had jerked each other off many times, and even did a foursome with our mutual girlfriends, he admitted to me something I had suspected for a long time. The whole thing had been a set-up. He knew he was getting the right amount of cum, but thought that would be a great way to initiate a mutual jacking session with his brother. I'm so glad he did.