I was lucky, I was now getting sex on a regular basis. Being versatile, I didn't care if I was filling an ass with cum, having someone squirt into me, or having spunk sprayed over me. The more worked up I became, the bigger the load I blew. Sundays, it was sex at work, after we had shut. Often it was only Steve who would have his way with me, but sometimes Stan or Ryan would turn up.
In the portacabin with James and, or Timmy, I would usually top, sometimes taking a load as well. With Steve I always bottomed, I fucked Stan. It was Saturdays in the cabin, and Sunday evenings in the shop. The rest of the week, I masturbated, cleaning myself up with one of Ryan's cast offs. They were becoming very discouloured and stiff from the copious loads.
My birthday was coming up, and Steve kept hinting that I would get something special, but at his house, rather than across an uncomfortable table. It was decided to make it a Saturday evening, so that I could stay the night if I wished. In the meantime, unbeknown to me, Ryan had told Timmy and James.
I got to the house at 7.30, to find it in near darkness, with the front door open. Candles lit the stairs, and in the main bedroom were more candles. As I walked into the room, I could barely see, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the low light. Someone drew me to them and kissed me. Someone else behind me unbuckled my jeans. I kicked off my shoes as I guessed they wanted me undressed. Two more steps into the room, and my top came off, and I was unzipped. Suddenly, I was lifted up by my arms and legs, and carried to the bed in silence. My heart was beating. not knowing what to expect next. On the bed, my socks were removed, followed by my jeans. People started kissing me all over, my toes and feet, lips, nipples, anywhere. Before my eyes could adjust themselves, I was blindfolded, leaving me vulnerable. The kissing and groping continued, and I lost my boxers. A mouth engulfed my erection. I thought I would blow. Then I was turned over. The kissing and licking continued. A dick was put in my mouth, probably Timmy or James. It wasn't big enough to be Ryan, and I don't think it was anyone older. My legs were spread and a tongue delved into my hole. I wriggled and pushed my bum up. People climbed on the bed, one either side of me, another between my legs, and lube applied to my ass. I felt the unmistakable warm breath on the back of my neck, Steve's, but didn't know who had joined us. A lubed finger entered me, followed by another. Then two more from the opposite side. I leaked onto the sheet. Then someone was pushing into me, James, I knew the size, and the way he enters me. Another dick was put in my mouth, probably Stan's. James, or whoever it was, began humping to whispered cheers, egging him on, and after a few minutes, my bowels were filled for the first time. I was given his cock to clean. Another cock went in. He felt quite light, so I guessed it was Timmy. Like his predecessor, he banged away and bred me. I wasn't surprised when his knob was push into my mouth to clean. I was turned over, my legs were held apart, and I'm sure this time it was Steve. He'd had me every week for months, and he was heavier. My man cunt oozed, even more when he shot his load, and I cleaned his dick. Another heavy person took me, It must be Stan, though it was always me who topped him. I was past caring. My cave was so wet, it took him a while to add his spunk. In my head, I thought there was only one person of our little tribe left. Ryan's monster filled me, and I thanked Christ for the others that had gone before him. He fucked me for a while, before tipping me onto my side and taking me from behind. I couldn't think of anyone else, so I started to jack, but a hand slapped me away, and someone sucked me. Ryan pumped harder and blew his load at the same time as I filled a mouth.
The blindfold came off, and the lights went on. Five grinning faces stared at me. "Happy fuckin birthday", they said in unison. We went back downstairs, and beer and wine was poured. Nibbles were on the sideboard. Six naked men smiling and drinking. I looked at my watch, it was 10pm. No wonder my ass was sore.
The question arose, who was going to sleep with whom. As it was, Steve took Stan to bed, Timmy went with James, leaving me with Ryan. I didn't think I could take anymore punishment, but luckily, he was tired, so we slept. I was woken at 7.30 next morning by his morning wood up my crack. I turned and kissed him good morning, then excused myself for a crap and shower. I had to use whatever was in the bathroom, and a good gargle with mouthwash, as I had no toothbrush, then climbed back into bed, prepared for a possible onslaught. I heard Steve leaving for work, and the sounds of love making from James and Timmy. I turned to Ryan, who was soft and gentle with me, kissing and licking me from head to toe. We had a sixty nine, though I had to settle for licking his lovely penis, while he deep throated me. It was over half an hour before he mounted me, easing slowly in with lots of spit. He then waited until I told him that I was ready. He made love to me with long, languid strokes, stopping to kiss and add more saliva. Timmy and James came to watch as we became more passionate and upped the tempo. I took myself in hand, and once again blew a huge load, and then relaxed as Ryan reached his climax. James, who was hard again, and Timmy gave us both a kiss, and said it was beautiful.
We smelt coffee. Downstairs, Stan had been busy clearing up from last night and preparing breakfast. I suddenly realised that I was starving. After we had eaten, we dressed and said our goodbyes. I was already looking forward to the Portacabin.
