It was a Friday afternoon. Just as we were expecting to wind down, we had a delivery of 5 cages. It would take half the evening to unload and put away, so Steve called Ryan. He arrived as we were closing, with the cages still in the back yard. Ryan was wearing an old Beatles T-shirt, and very skimpy shorts. They must have had an inner lining to keep his junk in. As it was, half his buns were showing, with the material disappearing into his crack. It gave me a semi, especially when I thought of what may happen later. With the shop shut, we wheeled the cages in, one at a time, and unloaded them, putting the stock away as we went. Each one took about 20 minutes. Steve wasn't much help, mostly directing us where the stuff needed to go, but by 7.45, it was done and we could relax with a beer. Ryan and I were sweating profusely, so took our tops off. Ryan saw me gaping at him, "Bet you like what you see", and he gave his dick a tug through the shiny material. I pointed to my bulge. "Come here", he instructed. I walked over and we kissed. "What say we give Steve a bit of a show?" We kissed again, this time more passionately, and he squeezed my butt, then slid a hand under the waistband, and onto my hole. Seeing what was about to happen, Steve fetched the lube. Minutes later, my jeans and boxers were around my ankles, with me bent over the table. I felt cold lube on me, and then the head of his weapon pushing to get in. I bit my lip and tried to relax. He opened me up, pushing in until I felt his pubes. "Ready?" I nodded. He pulled nearly all the way out, dribbled on his cock, and started to pump, long and slow. After a while, we climbed onto the table, where he bent me double, with my feet beside my head, and penetrated me again. My precum dripped into my mouth. Steve meanwhile, had dropped his jeans and was masturbating. The position was a little uncomfortable, but he kept rubbing my prostate. He banged faster and harder, making me cum unaided, splashing onto my face and in my mouth. Seeing this, he pulled out and wanked the last few strokes, splashing more cum onto my face. As if that wasn't enough, Steve waddled over and gave me his load, making my face shiny with semen. He gave me his Beatles T-shirt to clean myself up, saying I could use it for my wank rag. While we were recovering, I happened to mention the cabin, and what goes on in there.
Saturday morning, I was late getting to the Portacabin, wearing the cum stained Beatles shirt. I opened the door to see the not so timid Timmy, shorts around his ankles, giving James a right seeing to, and I thought James preferred to top. I wasted no time joining them, closing and locking the door (we didn't want a repeat of the rape), and losing my clothes as I walked over to join them. James was red in the face getting fucked hard by the new boy. "In or over?" asked Timmy, but he bred James before he could reply. I climbed onto the table and offered my dick to James to suck, but he just wanted to shag me. Fair play, Timmy got out of the way and watched James mount me. Already worked up, it didn't take him very long to cum. My ass wanted more, and Timmy, the ever ready was hard again (if it ever went down) He was back on the table, with my ankles on his shoulders. There was a light tap on the door, James quickly put his jeans on, and opened the door slightly. Ryan was there, with the same shorts, and a torn David Bowie T-shirt. He arrived just as I was being bred for the second time. I introduced him, and Timmy said, "Be our guest, we can't satisfy him." Ryan didn't even bother taking his shorts off, he pulled his huge dick out of the left leg hole, and gave it to Timmy to suck. It grew to its monstrous proportions. "I'll show you how he likes it.". He climbed on the table and took me missionary, and then hauled me on top of him and span me round to ride him, using every inch of his length, then onto our sides, where he had me from behind. I got a hand on myself and produced a massive load. Ryan's first jet went up my back, and the rest back inside me, like a porn star. Even James was hard again, but I knew my ass couldn't take any more. Timmy gave me his shirt to clean myself up. I'm getting a collection of his cast offs. With cum dribbling out of me, we sat around drinking beer. Ryan was already sizing up the others, and after he had recovered, asked who else likes to get fucked. James said not yet, but Timmy said he wouldn't mind, but wasn't sure he could take Ryan's. "Well, think about it for a week. I'll be here next week for whoever wants it. I may even bring reinforcements. We had a group hug and kiss, dressed, and left.
Sunday morning, Steve wanted to hear all about it. I must admit, it made my hole twitch talking about it. "So you took three loads, including Ryan's?" "Yes, I can still feel it." "Well I will have to examine you, to see if there's any damage." His way of saying he wants to fuck me later. "Ill see what I can sort, It's nice to know you still like to bottom." I wondered what he would conjure up. The answer came just before we closed. Another man I didn't recognise walked in. Henry was 28, and Steve's nephew. He looked me up and down, and turned to Steve and said, "So, this is the lad who's insatiable?" "Yeah, you can go through to the stockroom, and I'll lock up. By the time Steve joined us, we were naked, and I was bent over the table, being rimmed. "Do you want it like this, or across the table?" "Both," I said, which we did. I couldn't even see what I was taking, but it felt good. Once I was on the table, I saw his fat dick preparing to enter me. I opened my legs and let him at me. After what had been days of sex, all I wanted was sleep.
