For some reason, word of our sex went around the family. I thought they'd keep our secret intact, but the opposite occurred. Even my grandmother knew. I felt ashamed and dirty, but couldn't stop. At any opportunity, I'd be fucked by anyone, my ass didn't care. Probably the best time, was when I stayed with the cousins who abused me in the first place. It was a warm, late summer's Saturday evening, and we were in their secluded garden, drinking. Mike, my cousin started to recall the events at the river, and subsequent orgy at home.
My uncle looked at me as if checking it was for real. I knew it was going to happen again. Mike came over to me, pulled his dick out of his flies and pissed over me, soaking my t-shirt and shorts, then gave it to me to lick the last drops off and suck it to hardness. Seeing this, my uncle came over, stood the other side of me and added his piss, firing it over my face. I swallowed some of the hot urine. I now had a cock either side of me, and stinking, drenched clothes. Mike and his dad kissed as I peeled off my soaking clothes. I wondered who would fuck me first.
I lay on a blanket, Uncle bent me double and rimmed me. Hovering over me, he pushed in and began screwing. Mike held my hands down, making it impossible to move. The swapped Mike's dick was a little smaller than his dad's, but he was more forceful. All my auntie could say was, "Nice to see you boys having fun!". They swapped back and forth, precum dripping from me. Eventually, Mike came over my face and uncle bred me. I tossed and covered my face, my cum mixing with Mike's and running off my face. I slept with Nick, who'd cum round specially to see me. He fucked me that night, and again in the morning. Sunday afternoon, they all had me again. My ass felt like a bucket. By the time I went home, I had six loads inside me and another on my face. I'd cum twice and felt drained.
It was no different at home. I had a number of friends, all of whom were 'straight', but thought nothing of giving me a good seeing to when their girlfriends had a period. I lived for sex. On my 20th birthday, my bestie, Sid, invited me to his house for party. His parents made themselves scarce. With them out of the way, we had a beer, and snuggled up. Though we'd known each other all through school, I hadn't seen his dick in years, when it was the size of an acorn. He had a girlfriend, but it was going to be a boys only night. We soon had our tops off and were immersed in snogging, when several more lads arrived. They didn't bat an eyelid, seeing us at it, and encouraged us to perform in front of them. Sid took great pleasure in lying me on the carpet, putting my leg on his shoulder and burying his 7" into me. The others cheered him on, until he climaxed and withdrew. Another lad followed, by the time the third guy was in me, my hole leaked cum, staining the carpet. Another guy took over, sliding in on a river of spunk. I was exhausted, and I hadn't touched myself. Two more lads arrived, but they said they weren't gay, but that didn't stop them wanking over me. I was finally allowed to shoot my load. I didn't bother dressing, but sat around getting pissed with the others. I stayed the night, even though his parents came home, sleeping with Sid, and making love quietly in the morning.
