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The Blake family was like any other. A mother, a father, and their two sons. Life was good for them; they were fairly wealthy, the kids were doing well in school, and Joe, the father, had just earned himself a promotion. The Blakes had their fights, but they were mostly happy. That was until Julia, the mother, suddenly died from cardiac arrest. The doctors said it could've been as a result of a tumor that had gone unnoticed, or a fluctuating blood cell count. Whatever the cause, the mother of the Blake household was gone, and the family simultaneously fell apart. Depression and grief consumed them each for at least a year, to the point where Dylan and George, the two sons, had to be homeschooled by their father. Ultimately though, the loss of Julia brought the three boys closer than ever before. They were more grateful, taking more opportunities to bond, and overall become more reliant on each other.
It was an outing that the three had together in particular which marked a pivotal bonding experience for them all. It had been about 2 years since Julia's death, and Joe invited his sons to a camping trip in the nearby countryside. The moon was full, illuminating the circle of tents, along with the campfire in the center, which the family sat around as they roasted marshmallows. Dylan had always joked with his younger brother about him being gay, but it was only a year before this camping trip when Dylan considered George being gay an actual possibility. George was shy and liked some more typically feminine things, but he never stuck out as undeniably queer or anything, he just didn't seem to be like any of the other guys in his grade. Dylan decided to inquire about it that night.
"So George, you don't really talk about your love life with us. Got any crushes lately? A girl catching your eye? Or, y'know, a guy."
George was startled by the question, taking a moment to reply. "Nope..."
"Do you mean no girl you like or no guy you like?"
"Neither!" George yelled.
There was a beat of silence, until their father chimed in. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, George. If you like guys, I mean. Every man fools around with other men at some point. Even your old man has."
The sons were both very surprised by their dad's confession, but more so Dylan. Joe was a burly, masculine man. His muscles were visible in any tight shirt that he wore, mostly from playing football every other day of the week. He had a slight bit of chub to him, but it suited his body nicely with all the hair on his torso and pecs. Dylan, as all sons do, looked up to his dad, aspiring to be just like him, so hearing his dad allude to gay experiences he's had, caught him way off-guard. Dylan wasn't upset, just very surprised.
For the rest of the night, the three boys reassured each other that none of them would be upset if anyone came out as gay, and made subtle suggestions to not being fully straight, but not explicitly coming out as anything. Before they all went to their own tents, Dylan and Joe sustained eye contact for a few moments. Without words, they both knew what the other was thinking.
A week later, when George was out with some friends, Joe asked to Dylan to have a talk.
"Your brother's gay, Dylan."
"Yeah, I figured."
There was tension in the air, Dylan trying to anticipate where the conversation would lead.
"Son, all guys have... needs. We know you certainly do." Joe stated, chuckling at the last part.
Dylan quickly understood what his dad was alluding to, which was the several times when his dad had caught Dylan jerking off. The first time, it was in Dylan and George's shared bedroom. Dylan liked masturbating anywhere he could, perhaps for the risk of it, but he didn't enjoy actually being caught. The next time was in the living room. Dylan was watching porn on the television while he stroked his dick on the couch. Because of the way the couch was positioned, Dylan didn't see or hear his dad walk in, but Joe could certainly see what Dylan was doing. Joe waited for Dylan to reach his climax, and truthfully, seeing his son cum all over himself turned him on, although he quickly tried to brush the thought off.
Dylan sighed. "Yeah."
"And that includes George." said Joe. "He's just turned 17. If he's anything like you, he must be horny 24/7."
Talking about being horny with his dad made Dylan cringe, but they'd had many conversations before about similar things, so Dylan just nodded in agreeance.
"I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could... show him some things?" Joe asked.
"Like what?"
"You know, jerking off, porn, all that shit. I don't think George does any of that or even knows what to do. Its not good for him. Its not good for any man to not get some release."
Again, Dylan found the topic awkward, but he cared just as much about his little brother as his dad did. "What do you want me to do? Like specifically?"
Joe exhaled, contemplating. "I mean, you could offer to do stuff with him. Watch porn together, jerk off near each other, let him see you naked. Nothing crazy. He just needs to know where to start, so he can do that kind of stuff by himself." Dylan was conflicted; he had no issue with doing any of those things, in fact, a part of him was intrigued - George was a pretty cute guy. But the moral implications were making it very hard for him to think. Before Dylan could respond, Joe continued, "You need release too. I know you already masturbate which is good, but you'd feel a lot better with a, uh, helping hand."
"You think I should get George to jerk me off? Dad, he's my brother. That's weird as fuck." There was a pause, Dylan then realizing he should add "And I'm not gay."
"Dylan, the hell does this have to do with being gay? Men should get some release regularly, especially guys you and George's age. Its not about who gets you off, you just need to get off. And being brothers makes it even less weird. Every brother has their first experiences with each other. Me and your uncle sure did. Don't overthink it. Do you want to help your brother?"
"Yeah."
"And do you wanna get some pleasure for yourself?"
"...Yeah."
"Then do what I asked and show George the ropes. Remember, nothing crazy. Not for now anyway." Joe stood up and patted Dylan on the back as he walked away. "Good talk, son."