After the orgy I told myself to calm down a bit before I catch something, however, saying it and doing it are completely different. With sex on tap with my friends at weekends, I used the midweek for watching porn and wanking, sometimes using a dildo on myself.
It was the holidays, and for some stupid reason, my parents invited two of my cousins to stay for a week, knowing full well that they would have to share my room. 'Bang goes the wanking', I thought, and then, 'Fuck, everybody does it, maybe I'll catch them at it, or we can have mutual masturbation'. One way or another, I had to make it work. I quite liked John and Jerry, John was two years older than me, and Jerry two years older than him. I could easily have been mistaken for their younger brother. We decided that John would share my bed, and Jerry would sleep on the floor. The first night went okay as we went to the pub and got pissed, so other than continual trips to the toilet, nothing happened. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help checking out their bodies when we undressed for bed. Both had dicks to be proud of, and I shouldn't have, but I imagined them inside me. By now I had got into the routine of douching every morning, whether or not I was expecting to be fucked. I'd done that, and was in the shower when Jerry came in for a piss. "Mind if I join you?" he shouted over the noise of the water. I opened the door wide enough to let him in. It was a tight squeeze. We soaped one another's backs, with Jerry's hand getting closer and closer to my crack, so I poked my bum out. Jerry took the hint, and he began to finger fuck me. I swear I couldn't stop myself from jerking, my cum running away with the water. I turned, said thanks, and we kissed. a proper kiss, his hard cock pressing into me. "Would you like me to do something about your erection?" He nodded and pressed on my shoulders, so there I was, under the cascading water, giving my cousin a blow job, next to being fucked, my favourite occupation. With my cocksucking expertise, I brought him to orgasm in no time. Perhaps the week wouldn't be so bad after all. Jerry must have told John about the shower incident, as that evening, having undressed, I gave them both head, swallowing both loads and dumping my cum on the carpet, (my carpet has had lots and lots of cum on it.) The next morning, they demanded to be sucked off again, or 'the parents would find out. I didn't need threats to oblige. During the days I showed them round the local towns, stop for lunch and a coffee, all pretty mundane. in the evenings it was dinner, TV, a few beers and bed, with the ritual blow jobs and more cum on the carpet.
During the night, John and I spooned, his penis lying up my crack, so near, yet so far. Morning, and I watched Jerry playing with himself, in readiness for my mouth, except that they had other ideas, He told me to go shower, and come back to bed. As is my custom, I douched before showering. Back in bed, John and I kissed. I could see Jerry getting excited and guessed that they had hatched a plan. John led my hand to his erection, "We are both gonna fuck you, don't shout or scream." I turned my back to him and he pushed his knob into me. No screaming, just a sigh of pleasure as he pounded me. I don't think mine was the first ass he'd fucked. Knowing that Jerry would have me as well, I refrained from jerking. John upped the tempo, going faster and deeper, until he filled my guts. "Nice fuck", he said, climbing down, to let Jerry take his place. With my hole now lubed with John's cum, Jerry slid in easily, and began to pump, slower than his brother, I turned my head so that we could kiss. Jerry started to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. "I'm getting close", he said, so I took over wanking duties, allowing him to speed up and breed me. My cum ran over my thigh. A new routine, blow jobs in the evening, fucks in the morning, better than I could have imagined.
As the week went on, the evening blow jobs became shags, my ass now being filled four times a day. I had to wear boxers to stop control the leakage, my sheets constantly damp, just as well that I do my own laundry. On Friday I told them about my weekly hook up with Michael and Darren, explaining that they would both fuck me, and that they were welcome to come along. Five of us in Darren's was a bit tight, but no worries, clothes came off, I lay on the floor and waited. Michael went first, kissing, rimming and mounting me, cheered on by the others. With him having bred me, I held my knees up with my hands, inviting Darren inside me. More kissing, and another load. John's turn, his cock bigger than Darren's, he put me on all fours, the fact that he was my cousin didn't seem to matter, he even made a show of taking his cock out, waving it around and slamming it back in, that way he made the shag last longer. Finally, Jerry, on all fours to begin, he turned me onto my back and reentered me, then got me to ride him. I bounced up and down, jerking at the same time, with him thrusting up to meet me. My cum splattered on his chest as I was bred for a forth time in less than an hour. They finished by pissing over me, mostly into my mouth, a new experience. I should have been disgusted, but I was so euphoric that I didn't give a fuck. John, Jerry and I walked home, more laundry. I used the douche bulb to clean myself, shower, clean clothes, and I felt like a new man.
John and Jerry had their way with me again Saturday night and Sunday morning. I lost count of the number of cum loads that I took that week. Incest? Who gives a fuck, any cock inside me, I don't care.
