BRANDON:

    Offering my brother Ryan a place to crash was a no-brainer. I wasn't about to leave him hanging when he was in need, even though we already had a full house with my son Ethan and my boyfriend Cory living with me.

    For the past few months, since Cory and I had come out as a couple, things had been running smoothly in our little apartment. Ethan had started his sophomore year at college, and now that he was no longer taking introductory classes, he spent a lot more time at the library. Meanwhile, Cory and I finally got to experience what it was like to be a real couple, who didn't have to hide their love for each other. His divorce was finalized, and his ex-wife was happy in her new relationship. His kids knew that I was together with their dad, but I rarely got to hang out with them. 

    I rarely got to hang out with my own kid, for that matter. Whenever he wasn't studying, Ethan was busy with whatever girl he was dating or hooking up with at the time. He brought a fair number of them back to the apartment, fucking their brains out in his room while his uncle Cory and I got to listen in across the wall, often fucking as well at the same time. Although he'd had a few "sexperiences" with other guys – including me and Cory – my son had decided to redirect his attention toward girls, so we rarely crossed the line with each other. Sure, there was plenty of walking in on each other jerking off or sporting a morning boner; for the most part, we walked around the house naked and had an open-door policy. However, that was likely to change now that my brother was coming to stay with us.

    "It's only for a couple of weeks," I assured Cory and Ethan on the eve of Ryan's arrival. "Just until he finds a more permanent place to stay."

    "Fine by me, honey," Cory said.

    "I don't mind," my son Ethan shrugged. "I like Uncle Ryan. He can crash as long as he wants."

    I liked my brother as well, even though we often butted heads when we were little. Being the "world's youngest dad" meant I was often in the center of attention, along with my son. That probably made Ryan feel like he needed to prove himself and vie for people's approval. He was a good athlete, and while his teammates were showered in praise by their families, our parents were too busy helping me raise Ethan to really give Ryan the props he deserved. He himself became a father at 21 – a young age, yet completely overlooked in comparison to my experience.

    About 48 hours after I'd offered my couch to Ryan, he was at my door with half a dozen boxes packed in his car. Although he did his best to conceal it, I could sense the anger he was feeling at being separated from his children and banished from his own home. In an effort to make him forget his woes, I ordered us a couple of pizzas and brought out the beer and weed. An hour later, we were all laughing and having fun.

    "Uncle Ryan, I know you're bummed over your divorce, but I think you should look on the bright side," Ethan said cheerfully. "I mean, you're finally a free man! When was the last time that happened, when you were like 19?"

    "True," my brother nodded, raising his beer and adding, "Cheers! To being free!"

    "We oughta celebrate," my son continued after we clinked our bottles. "Oh my god, let's go out to a strip club!"

    "Hahahaha," I laughed giddily.

    "No, for real. Remember how you suggested we go to one on my birthday, Uncle Ryan?" Ethan turned to my brother.

    "You did?" I asked, turning to Ryan as well.

    "It was a joke," he quickly said.

    "Well I ain't kidding. Let's go to one! I got my fake ID. It'll be fun," Ethan insisted.

    "Hey, I'm down," I said. I was always down for a good time, even if it meant having titties in my face. Even Cory, who I thought might hold off on the idea, seemed keen to join in.

    Half an hour later, Ethan and Ryan were playfully fighting on the sidewalk over who'd get to sit shotgun in the cab. My brother won (no surprise there, considering his size), so my son and I shared the backseat with my boyfriend. The strip club we went to was what I'd consider "medium scale." It wasn't pretentiously expensive like some gentlemen's clubs, but it also wasn't grimy and seedy – especially by Philly standards! The girls were hot enough, and Ethan kept shouting "It's my uncle's divorce party!" at them, making sure they direct their exposed tits to my brother's face.

    "Now THIS is my kind of family party," Cory said in my ear, turned on by the sight of my brother pinching a woman's nip. I had to admit, this was all unexpected territory for me as well. Although there were few taboos between Cory, my son, and myself; my brother Ryan was typically MUCH more conservative than that. In all my life, I'd NEVER seen this side of him! Now that he was free of Nora, it was like he was free of a ball and chain that had been restraining him. He tipped the girls, tucking cash in their barely-there panties, kneading their tits, and making out with the ones that were down for it. 

    I sat right next to Ryan and shook my head at the strippers approaching my way, letting Ethan and Ryan have their way with them instead. As far as I was concerned, I was more than happy to watch the real-life version of Boys Gone Wild playing out in front of me, featuring my own brother and son. I popped a huge boner in my pants, and as soon as my boyfriend noticed it, his hands were all over it, rubbing it through my jeans. 

    I returned the favor, placing my right hand in Cory's lap and stimulating his dick, which was just as hard as mine was. I occasionally looked to make sure we wouldn't be caught by security (I had a feeling what we were doing might get us kicked out) but the club was packed, and with all the ruckus no one was paying particular attention to us, not even the girls dancing a couple of feet from us in my big brother's lap. 

    "That's so fucking hot," Cory said in my ear, watching my straight brother enjoying the lap dance. While playing with the girls' tits, Ryan licked his lips and looked to the side, making eye contact with me and shooting me a wink. I winked back, uncertain if he could tell that I was in the process of rubbing my boyfriend's cock. Directing his attention back to the girls, Ryan suddenly slipped a finger in one of their panties, clearly fingering her for a few seconds, before pulling his finger out and licking it while smiling at the girl. 

    "Ahhhh, fuck. I'm cumming," my boyfriend moaned in my ear. I pressed his cock even harder and felt it throbbing as it shot out a wad of jizz in Cory's underwear. I kept my hand on his bulge for a few minutes and continued stroking it, until he decided it was best for him to go to the men's room to take his underwear off and clean up.

    Despite numerous invitations to go to the backroom, Ethan and Ryan decided not to take the girls up on it, probably aware of how much more expensive that would turn out to be. Instead, we drank our money away and ordered another cab to take us home. This time, Ethan sprinted to the passenger door first and said, "Ha-ha, I win!" to Ryan, rubbing it in by sticking his tongue out at him.

    To that, my brother responded by rubbing his hand in my son's face and asking, "Hey, how's that stripper smell on my fingers, Ethan?"

    We all laughed and got in the car, me in the middle of the backseat once again. The car wasn't even moving yet, when Cory placed his right hand in my lap and discreetly rubbed my junk, checking to see if I was still hard, which I wasn't… for the time being. The stimulation that my boyfriend provided, in combination with the hot night in general, had me growing erect in a matter of seconds once again. Cory and I began to make out in the backseat, going at it like two horny teenagers.

    "Ew, get a room, you two," my brother said, sitting pressed up against me on my right.

    I interrupted the kissing to say, "We got a room. We got a whole apartment. How bout you?!"

    While Ethan and Ryan laughed, Cory and I continued to make out. The driver was one of those eyes-on-the-road kinda guys, who didn't speak and barely acknowledged our presence. Usually I was the one who instigated moments like this, but tonight, my boyfriend decided to be brave… so he pulled down my zipper and skillfully extracted my cock through my fly.

    "What're you doing?!" I mouthed to Cory. As hot as this was, it was really fucking risky! Not only was there the danger of getting caught by the driver, but my brother was sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME!

    "I don't think anyone will mind," Cory said drunkenly. A part of me wanted to stop him, but then I remembered Ryan fingering that stripper, and I figured if he could do that while sitting next to me, then I can get a handjob from my boyfriend.

    "For fuck's sake," Ryan whispered when he noticed that my cock was out. He and I turned to each other and he just rolled his eyes at me, pretending to disprove but doing a bad job at hiding his grin. 

    "Ahhhh," I moaned softly, spreading my legs wider and bumping knees with both Cory and Ryan. Cory didn't mind, but Ryan pushed back, fighting for manspreading space with me. Moving my leg in this way made my balls rub against it, which only made me hornier and led to me spewing out a large wad of precum all over my jeans, which my boyfriend then got to use as lube to jack my dick off even faster.

    The hesitation I'd felt earlier was now turning into thrill. Feeling incredibly horny and close to the edge, I told my boyfriend,

    "Go down on me."

    Cory smiled and did as he was told. I expected to cum in his mouth right away, but I unintentionally managed to hold on. "Too far to turn back now," I figured, so I began fucking my boyfriend's face right there next to my brother.

    "Seriously, man?!" Ryan said to me, just loudly enough for me to hear him without the driver overhearing.

    "It'll just take a second," I said, as if that made anything better. Seconds turned into minutes, as Cory skilling edged me without actually allowing me to shoot my load. I felt my balls working overtime, churning out more and more sperm that needed to come out. Meanwhile, my brother and I continued to fight for leg space in the back of the car, which only put more pressure on my sensitive balls. Finally, with one aggressive shove from Ryan's leg, I felt my nuts tightening and discharging a huge wad in my boyfriend's mouth, which Cory thankfully managed to swallow without making a mess in the cab.

    "Ah, fuck I'm cumming," I whispered out loud. Whether I was talking to Cory, or my brother, or myself; even I wasn't sure. What I knew for certain was that it was one of the most intense loads I'd ever shot in someone's mouth, and having Ryan there only made this wild ride even wilder. To think that this was only his first night crashing with us… This was off to an interesting start.