Hi, I'm Baz, 19, 5'10", slim, blond, with a 6.5" uncut cock. My elder brother, Chris, is a little taller, with a stubbly beard. I hadn't seen his dick since we were kids. We have two cousins who live close, Mike, 22, who is a little chubby, and his brother, Nick, at 24, the oldest of us. We've knocked around with them all our lives.
One weekend, we were at a loose end, lovely weather, but not much money to do anything. Sitting around the kitchen table, Chris suggested we went fishing. We hadn't done it since we were kids, but with few other options, we thought it would be a cool way to kill a few hours and soak up some rays. Chris went up into the loft, and after scrambling around for ten minutes, started handing down a load of gear. We piled it into his car and set off, stopping for bait and beer on the way.
Eventually, we came to a stretch of river, we hadn't visited in years. With beer and sandwiches in a backpack, we wandered along until we found a good spot, deserted, with only the sound of the birds. We divided the kit up and set ourselves up along the bank.
As the sun rose, the temperature crept into the high 20s. Tops, then shorts came off as we fished in our underwear. As far as I new, I was straight, but, maybe it was the sun, or the beer, but my eyes kept drifting to the other guys. Mike announced that he needed to take a piss, and with that, he stood up and peed into the river. "Ah, fuck, I can't be doing with these", and he chucked his boxers with the rest of his clothes and stood there boldly showing off his cuddly body. A thin coating of chest hair ran down to a thick bush, the sun glistening off the sweat. His brother followed suit, pissing into the river and stripping bollock naked. I couldn't help but stare at his fat penis as he shook off the last drips. Then Chris thought it would be funny if he pissed over me, and unleashed a torrent, from my face to my briefs. I felt humiliated, but turned on. I peeled off my dripping underwear, but couldn't hide my semi. "Hey look guys, Baz has got a boner", roared Mike. I blushed, but only got harder.
To take my mind off it, I picked up my rod and cast the line, but my dick had other ideas. Chris hauled me to the ground, and shocked everyone by sucking my cock. I should have fought him off, but the feel of his tongue swirling around the tip left me moaning with pleasure. He gently peeled back the foreskin, exposing the sensitive head. Mike and Nick stood either side of me, gently masturbating. I hadn't wanked that morning, so knew I wouldn't last. I tried to warn my brother, but he upped the pace until I exploded in his mouth. The three of them knelt beside me, and within minutes, my body was shimmering with semen. They laughed, picked me up, and threw me in the river.
We settled down again. The chances of catching anything now hopeless, so we had another beer and laid back on the grass sunbathing. By mid-afternoon, with the sun and beer, I was drifting off, listening to the blackbirds and skylarks, when I was rudely brought to my senses by the other guys pissing over me again, even firing into my mouth. I called them cunts, but it made no difference. Then, they turned me over. I thought they were going to wank over me again, but Nick pulled my cheeks apart and began licking my ring. I'd never had a sensation like it. Then, he pulled my butt up and I felt his knob on my hole. "Please don't hurt me", I pleaded, but he pushed in, sending a searing pain through my body. I screamed. He held my hips and began rocking in and out. The pain subsided and it began to feel quite nice. He increased the length and speed of stroke, urged on by the others. My own cock started dripping. He slammed into me, then held still as I lost my virginity. Within seconds, Mike took over, sliding in on my now wet man-cunt. He spared no mercy, thrusting like fury and cumming with a roar. It was left to my brother, Chris, to show some compassion. He rolled me onto my back and fucked me gently missionary, even kissing me, assuring me he loved me. I stroked myself as he pumped harder. By the time he was emptying his balls. I was firing ribbons of cum high into the air. Nick and Mike knelt and kissed me, thanking me for being a good sport (not that I had an option).
That was my initiation into gay sex. From then on, Chris and I would sneak into each other's bedrooms, to kiss and cuddle. It always ended either with us giving one another head, or him fucking me. Now and again, we'd have the house to ourselves. Nick and Mike would come over and they'd take it in turns to fuck me, sometimes twice.
But the best times was when we went back to the river and re-enact that first time, from pissing over me, giving me head and tossing over me. We'd lie around until they could go again. Instead of fucking me one at a time, they'd keep swapping, and taking me in different ways. Sometimes I had a cock in both ends. They fucked me for ages and giving me their dicks to feast on, until I could take no more, they bred me and my ass dripped with cum.
One afternoon, they were all at our house. Mum had gone to see my gran, and Dad was down the pub with his mates. Nick and Mike had already fucked me, and Chris had just mounted me, when Dad and one of his mates walked in. To say he was shocked to see his sons copulating, was an understatement. Mike and Nick put their hands over themselves, but we had nowhere to go. "Fucking hell, boys, what are you playing at?", Dad yelled. Chris pulled out of me, dick rapidly deflating, and blushed. Dad's mate was rubbing himself. "Wanna have a go? Seems like everyone else is". Dad asked him. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans. Laying on the floor, I straddled him. He may have been in his 50s, but he knew how to fuck. I leaned over to give him room to pump. That's when I felt Chris's dick slide in alongside. I was being double penetrated. Thank God for the cum already in me. They worked in harmony, working up quite a speed, and it wasn't long before I was bred for a third and fourth time. I climbed off him, scooping cum from my hole and licking my fingers, Then Dad hauled me onto all fours and violated his son, banging into me, calling me a fucking filthy slut. I was passed caring and let him have his way. More semen inside me. I wondered how much more I could take. As it turned out, quite a lot more, as Nick and Mike were hard again, and I knew Chris would want to go again. Dad and his mate sat in armchairs and watched as Chris took me from behind on our sides. Precum was dribbling down my thigh as more spunk was pumped into me. Nick took over and Mike put his cock in my mouth. By the time I could relieve myself, I'd had eight loads inside me and another down my throat. The floor was a sticky mess as I staggered upstairs for a shower. I fished some old pants out of the laundry basket, as knew I'd be leaking. Every time I farted, my pants became damper.
I don't know whether to stick with the family, or find myself a boyfriend, but all thoughts of being straight have been forgotten. I'm a slag for cock.
