Note from GrumpyBear: I asked some customers for their wildest or first time sex adventures to help these stories. Robert told me this tale. It sounds incredible, but his brother does come in the store now that he is over 18, and I'm sure fools around. The story is told from the first person perspective of Robert.

It was my 18th birthday. While I was still in my Senior Year at High School and living at home with my Dad and Brother, John; I felt I was now responsible for my own fate. While I hadn't "come out of the closet", I was standing in the doorway. If anybody really looked into my background, they would know I was gay. If anybody had ever asked, I probably would have just shrugged without confirming or denying it.

One of my buddies got me the perfect gift for an 18 year old. A high quality fake age ID. I was a big man, and even without the ID might have fooled some people as to my age. I told Dad I would be going out for the night with my buddies to celebrate my birthday. After a brief discussion, we agreed on a 1:00am curfew.

When I left the house, I knew exactly where I was heading. There was a gay bar downtown that I heard a lot about. Flashing my fake ID, I easily gained entry. My youth and good looks got me a lot of attention. Guys were buying me drinks all night long. I encouraged them with a few French kisses and crotch gropes. The bar tender called me over. Although the birth year had been "amended" on my ID, the month and day were still the same. He noted that he saw from my ID that it was my birthday. He asked if I'd like to stay after hours for a private party. I agreed.

Now, I thought this was going to be just him and me. Imagine my surprise when at closing time, he locked the door with at least fifteen other guys still in the bar. He jumped up on the bar, stripped his pants off, and yelled "Party time". Everywhere I looked, guys were stripping their clothes off. It was midnight when he locked the doors, but State law allowed liquor service until 2:00am. He's running up and down behind the bar filling drinks in the nude. When it came time to stir a drink, he used his cock as a mixer. He sat me behind the bar as the honored "Birthday Boy". One of my tasks was to clean his dick after each drink he stirred.

After a while, he threw me up on the bar where every horny guy in the place could get their hands on me. I remember being picked up and carried over to one of the small tables. Things were starting to get blurry as the liquor dulled my brain. I remember sucking off a seemingly endless parade of stiff dicks. I also got fucked over that table until I must have passed out. I don't remember more than just flashes after that. It seemed that even those who weren't fucking my ass or face would come over and douse me with their cum with each orgasm. I was just a cum dumpster to them.

Meanwhile, Dad was waiting at home patiently as the 1:00am curfew faded into the past. He told me most of what happened after this point as I was totally wasted. He fell asleep on the couch, but was disturbed by a loud thud on the porch and the sounds of a car peeling out of the driveway. He looked at the clock, it was quarter after 3:00am. he went to the door and looked out. There I was laying in a fetal position on the porch. My pants were missing, and there was a large hole ripped in the seat of my jockeys. My hair, face and shirt was matted with wads of cum. Through the hole in my underwear, he could see my ass oozing cum. Evidently, the bar "buddies" had dropped me off after the party ended.

He told me that he thought about leaving me there till morning, but didn't want the neighbors calling the cops. He opened the door and pondered what to do. He really didn't want to pick me up with all the cock juices on me, and I was too unsteady to walk myself. He went and got an old blanket to put around me. He helped me walk upstairs. He figured he better throw me in the shower before I stunk up the whole house. I just stumbled where I was lead. My brother and I shared one small bathroom, but Dad had a huge private bath with a shower right out of a high school locker room. He figured it would be better to throw me in his shower.

Dad lead me into his room. When we entered the shower room, the sudden onslaught of gleaming white tile made my aching head spin even more. Dad propped me against the wall, and bent to take off my shoes. Yeah, they had left me my shoes. Without warning, I threw up everything in my stomach; beer, booze, pizza, and a whole lot of cum. It would have been fine if I aimed for the tile floor. No, I leaned over and let it all fly down Dad's back. Dad jumped up just to catch the second wave of puke right on his chest. He felt like slapping me so hard I would have landed in the middle of next week.

At this point, there was nothing to do but strip down and join me in the shower. He tried to clean himself off and still hold me up under the spray of water. I kept sliding down to my knees. When Dad finally turned the water to cold to wake me up, I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight in the world. Inches from my face was swinging a thick, cut cock. I didn't even stop to think whose it was. I just leaned over and wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Dad was momentarily stunned by this action. A few seconds was all it took for Dad's cock to start to rise. Now Dad hadn't dated much since Mom died five years ago, and probably hadn't had much of a sex life except masturbation for the past year. All it took was just a few strokes of my wet lips to get his juices flowing. I was feeling no pain, and could force all 8" of that Daddy dick down my throat.

After his initial shock, Dad grabbed my head and pulled me back off his dick. As soon as he released his grip, I plunged it back down till my face was meshed up against his pubes. Gradually, it became less of an attempt to push me off, and more of a guiding motion for his fucking my face. When his dick swelled in my mouth and started to twitch, I pulled my mouth off and jerked his load off onto my face. Dad staggered back against the wall from the force of his orgasm. The cold water had done the trick and I realized I had just sucked off my own Dad. If he ever had any doubts I was gay, they were totally gone now.

I stumbled out of the shower, and grabbed a towel. I looked back at Dad frozen against the wall in disbelief. Seeing him naked seemed to restore my horny libido. I knew Dad was out of it for the immediate future, but I knew where there was other dick in the house. I don't know if it was an after effect of the liquor, and whatever else they had given me at the party, but I had fucked and sucked more men tonight than in my whole previous life, and I wanted more.

I strolled down the hallway to my 16 year old brother's bedroom. I entered without knocking. Paul was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep. From the quick scurrying and adjusting of covers, I figured the noise from Dad and me had woken him up. Like any young boy, he had woken up with a woody and was jerking it off when I entered. I walked over to the edge of his bed and grabbed the covers. One yank sent them flying. Sure enough, there was his 16 year old pecker at full mast, glistening from the hand lotion he kept under his pillow for lube. He kept his eyes closed, pretending sleep. I leaned over and swallowed his meat to the root. I think it was the first time anything other than his hand had touched his dick. He groaned in his "sleep". I was not fooling around. I went to town on that rod. I was pumping my mouth up and down as I swirled my tongue around the head and under the shaft. John put his hand on the back of my head and started muttering "suck me, suck me".

I was just about ready to stop the oral action on his dick, and climb up on the bed and impale my ass on his shaft. Then I felt a big, rough hand on my ass. My father had recovered and came looking for me. The sight of me bent over servicing my brother and my ass hole winking at him was too much. He walked up behind me, and plunged two fingers in my ass. After all the fucking I had taken tonight, there was no resistance. Dad spit on his hand and rubbed it around the ring of my ass. He lined his cock up and shoved the full length in at once. It went from nothing to pubes tickling my butt hole in one step. I tightened my ass muscles, and tried to hold him in as he drew back. I relaxed when he plunged forward, and we settled into a steady motion.

There I was the birthday cum pig, sucking off my 16 year old brother while our father plowed my ass. John could not hold back from the orgasm of his first blow job. As his sweet cum gushed out the piss slit of his dick, I groaned. Dad drove deep and held his dick there as he pumped even more cum up my ass. Dad left for his room, and I climbed into bed with John for the night.

Over the next few weeks, the three of us got it on practically every day in twosomes and threesomes. I taught John how to suck dick, and what it felt like to take a stiff dick and wet load up the ass. Maybe the sex restored his confidence or he realized this was not the life for him, but Dad started dating again. He never objected to John and me fooling around. We might be in a torrid 69, or balls deep in the others ass when he walked in; he would just leave us to our privacy without a word. Eventually, he got remarried. He moved in with his new bride, and left John and me in the old house. There were a few times, he would stop by and crack open my ass for "old time's sake", but he never seemed to make a move on John.

John is now 23, he has a steady boyfriend who lives in the house with us. Usually, they enjoy each others company in the privacy of their joint bedroom, but they have invited me in for a threesome from time to time. I respect their privacy. As for me, I'm fully out of the closet. I don't have a steady; I'm too much of a horn dog to be faithful to one man. Hell, I still enjoy more than one at a time. And I still celebrate my birthday each year at that same bar.

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