Unloading in the Barn
#4 of Shorts (< 500 words)
Inspiration art: https://twitter.com/forgewalfhammer/status/1409602471853494280
There's no better way to blow off some steam than to blow a load. Your bro taught you best. After a long day on the farm, he'd sneak off to the barn to lay on the haybales and see how big of a load he could blow while you watched from a distance. Every time, he shot chunky jizz onto his snout and beyond. Eventually you started stumbling into his 'relaxation' sessions enough that he started bringing you along.
He'd pull off his sweat-stained shirt and lean back next to you, pulling his dick out of his torn trousers. It always stunned you how similar it was to yours, from the way its foreskin hung and rolled to the way it swayed under its own heft. You started to have competitions to see who shot the biggest load. He'd always manage to splatter the haybales behind him. He taught you his secret the best way - he'd reach over to stroke and squeeze your dick at just the right moment and he'd slide a finger in your ass to make you clench hard. You shot further, but partially thanks to his guidance and partially thanks to his hands-on approach as he would cup your balls and cheer you on as you squirmed in his grasp.
He left only a little while ago, with only you to tend the farm. You still take regular breaks in the barn to finger your ass while trying to splatter the wall behind you with your seed. You can't make it that far without a helping hand anymore, but you always manage to splash enough in your mouth to remind you of your brief happy moments with him.