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Straight Male / 48

For an entire summer when I was thirteen I was used for sex by a group of the older teens. I was made to suck their cocks several times a day each and had to swallow each load. As the summer progressed they began fucking me in my ass again several times a day each. I am sure I had at least 300 loads dumped up my ass that entire summer.

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# 17191 - by Anonymous / November 11, 2013
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by Anonymous on Nov 12, 2013 at 9:01 AM

wow, I thought Dumb Ass was just a figure of speech.....who knew.

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by Anonymous on Nov 17, 2013 at 8:19 AM

I would love to see you getting used like that.

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by Anonymous on Nov 20, 2013 at 9:13 AM

I was 16 and my older brothers black friend fucked me one summer, but I liked it, so never said anything, I think my brother knew about too.

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by Anonymous on Feb 23, 2014 at 9:26 AM

My uncle made me suck his cock when I was 7. I hated it at first. He put my long hair in pigtails and called me his sexy little slave girl which is embarrassing considering I was a boy. He squirted his stuff in my mouth and made me drink it and lick him clean. But he didn't smell too horrible and it didn't taste too horrible and other than making me suck his cock he was really really nice to me all the time, let me get away with practically any little crime a 7 year old could think up any time I went to visit him or he came to visit us. By the third or fourth time he made me give him a blow job I got used to it and seriously didn't mind that much. He would also shower me with a huge variety of gifts. He had two guest bedrooms in his place. One was a dream bedroom for boys. It had every toy a 7 year old could possibly want. That was back in the 60's so there were no electronic toys yet but in the dream boy's bedroom was a TV, Stereo, my own phone, A platoon of GI Joes, about a million legos, erector sets, Lincoln logs, cap pistols, army outfits, art supplies, a fleet of Tonka trucks, play doe, costumes, a division of small plastic army men in two different colors with tanks, jeeps, tents cannons etc. There were enough Matchbox and hotwheels to jam every street in Manhatten, There were walkie talkies, an etch-a-sketch, and I don't remember what else. You could have had an entire first grade class of boys in there and had way more than enough to keep every boy in toy heaven for a year. Oh and I'm not even talking about outdoor stuff and sports equipment which was kept in his garage.

The other guest room would be most little boys nightmare. It was about as girly as you could get. It was about 27 shades of pink with everything frilly. The furniture was fit for a princess. Canopy bed, vanity set, pink rocking chair, mini china cabinet with a tea set, teddy bears and stuffed animals all over. The closet was filled with frilly dresses and skirts and girly costumes. It too had a TV and stereo and it's own phone which, like the one in the boy's room was an extension of the only land line. (this was decades before cell phones).

I was not most boys, I actually found it kind of fun to dress up like a girl and to pretend to be one and some how my uncle was an expert at make-up and hair so by the time he got done I looked like a little beauty pageant contestant. It was fun to a point and it somehow it made me feel more comfortable when I sucked my uncle's cock done up like a girl and in the girly room.

When my uncle was done using me for his naughty games he let me go clean up and change back into a boy but sometimes I let the pigtails stay up because I found it quite convenient that way. It was a very practical way to keep my long hair out of the way. I would die of embarrassment if anyone in the word saw me in pigtails but somehow it felt quite comfortable being that way around my uncle. No matter what I did or how I did it or what I looked like my uncle was 100% judgement free. But then he was in no position to judge. I knew what he was doing was evil. I knew even at 7 that the whole girly bedroom thing was staged purely for role playing cuz even a real little girl would not be caught dead with a room like that, especially since some of the custom made clothing was WAY too sexy for anyone under 18. Among the costumes were a Jeanie costume with a slit crotch, a sexy stripper costume sized for a 7 year old but nearly identical to one I saw Betty Page wearing in a photo I saw years later. There was a girl scout uniform and a school girl uniform both with skirts about a quarter as long as would be normal. There was a pink onesie with a big hole in the crotch. There were some other lingerie and nightie items that I couldn't even today tell you what they were called just that not one normal person of any age would consider any of it appropriate for a real little girl. I was also acutely aware that the massive treasure of toys and other entertainment items tailored to make the room an ultimate dream room for boys was an elaborate bribe for me to keep my silence. I was acutely aware that everything else including my freedom to do practically anything else I wanted was a bribe. I didn't care. I considered it all a fair exchange. What was it to me to have a fairly clean and not to disgusting piece of flesh in my mouth and be forced to swallow a tiny amount of nearly tasteless fluid once a day for maybe half an hour when the rest of the time I was a king of the castle.

Every time my uncle came to visit me he brought me an armful of gifts so by the time I was a teen my room was so packed with toys and other things boys like I had to donate stuff to Good Will a few times a year just to make room. Every time I saw something on TV I wanted I told my uncle and got two, one to give me to take home and a second for the boy' guest room.

I can't tell you if I was born bi-sexual and that was what made it easy for me to comply with my uncle's very reasonable requests or if he turned me bi. I honestly don't know how that works. As I said I didn't like it at all at first but then got used to it very quickly. But I am bi now and like the variety of going back and forth between the genders.

By the time I was 12 I was his eager cock hungry shemale. I wasn't a shemale all the time mind you. But when I went to visit my uncle or when he came and baby sat me I was full time his extremely willing slave girl. I spent that whole summer at his place and upon arrival he took me to the beauty parlor, told everyone I was his niece, got my ears pierced (unheard of on a boy in 1972) got my hair permed and a make-up lesson and nails done. Today they call it a spa day. That was a weekly thing and I loved it. He took me shopping for an entire wardrobe of girly clothes including several two piece bikini bathing suits.

For the whole summer I was his dirty little slave girl and could not get enough of his yummy cum. He even took my ass that first week. I don't think I spent a single night in the boy's guest room. We even had my 5 year old cousin over for a week, and she was a real girl. The best part was when my uncle made me rape her and she didn't even seem to mind when I squirted in her.

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by Anonymous on Feb 23, 2014 at 10:26 AM

One day when I was 13 my uncle was over our house and we no longer called it baby sitting, just him coming over and keeping me company while my folks were out for the day or weekend. On such occasions he brought over the costume(s) he wanted me to wear that time. On this particular occasion it was a pink satin and lace French made costume with a frilly petticoat, stockings, high heals all in pink. As soon as my parents were out the door and driving down the street I ran up to my room, put my hair in pigtails, put on the nail polish, in went big hoop earrings, make-up and on went the costume, sans panties, garters, fishnets, pink pumps and some faux pearls and down the stairs I strutted to greet my uncle only to find my parents in the living room having forgotten something that they were searching the downstairs for. They had been gone an hour. They were supposed to be gone for about 40. I must have turned about 5 shades of red. My uncle hadn't the opportunity to warn me. I ran up stairs embarrassed like hell, I was about to began to strip off the get-up when my Mom walked into my room. Damn, in my panic I forgot to lock the door. So there I was, standing there the epitome of feminine sluttiness obviously as sexy as any teen girl and more feminine than many (something on other occasions I had become quite proud of). I burst into tears like any super embarrassed 13 year old girl would except being a boy I was not supposed to cry. Mom sat me down and began to console me. She told me I was beautiful and had no idea that I liked to cross dress (a phrase I had not heard before). I had no idea anyone else ever did this. I thought I was unique and now I learned there was a name for it. My uncle had started me doing this but I quickly fell in love with dressing up and being his "girl friend." Plus his bribes were of course quite generous. But now the jig was up. Or so I thought. What I didn't know was that while I was up stairs dressing for my uncle, he was outdoors and was in the front yard when my parents came back and quickly made up a story how he had driven around the corner to pick up some snacks (by this point my parents had frequently left me alone for short periods but still thought I was too young to be left for a weekend). Mom told me that when she was a little girl she used to dress up her younger male cousin like a girl and make him wear a wig and they would have a tea party. She had on many occasions wished I was a girl and in fact that was why she so readily let me grow my blond hair down to my knees. True she spent a lot of time with me in her room sitting while she brushed it and put it in a pony tail. And she spent a lot of time shampooing my hair and conditioning it and just generally playing with it but it never seemed any more girly than my other buddies who also had long hair and whose mothers spent a lot of time brushing their hair. I suppose I ought to have been slightly suspicious since she occasionally had me put them in braids when Dad wasn't home but then have me take them out afterwards. But I didn't even think about that. My mom held me and twirled her fingers around my pigtails and told me again how pretty I was as a girl but scolded me for being so slutty about it. She asked where I got the costume from and I had to think quick because I wanted to keep my uncle's secret. So I made up a lame story about borrowing it from an understanding female classmate and to my utter shock she bought it.

Mom told me I could dress in my room in anything I wanted to and be as slutty as I wanted to as long as I confined that to my room. That alone shocked me but then she told me outside my room I could dress like a girl as long as I did it like a normal 13 year old girl would and not be a caricature of a teenaged girl. She said I could have over any friend who I thought would be understanding (I think she had my imaginary female friend in mind when she said this). She suggested I refrain from doing so when my uncle came over to "keep me company" believing he might not understand. I almost came in my dress when she said that. I asked "what about dad?" and she said "who do you think that little cousin I used to play dress up with is?" "You and dad are cousins?" "Second cousins" she corrected me and told me that it was perfectly legal in our state which is why my parents moved across state lines since the state they were from didn't allow second cousins to marry.

So all in one day I accidently outed myself as a cross dresser, found out my Dad was a cross dresser, learned my Mom wished I was a girl and not only was cool with me being girly but enthusiastically encouraged it and to top it off I'm the product of incest.

Then she asked me if I had something a little less slutty to wear and I remembered I had a pink summer dress hidden in a box in the back of my closet left over from a previous visit from my uncle. I also had panties, anklet socks with ruffles and pink shoes all curtesy of my uncle. How my mom never discovered them I never knew, unless she had and kept my secret hoping one day I would get brave enough to come down and present myself to her as her knew daughter.

So I changed out of my slutty clothes and put on the more conservative pink dress, kept my hair in pigtails, kept the make-up and nails but switched out the hoop earrings for the little gold studs my uncle had bought me the summer before that I had kept hid as well (how my parents didn't notice my ears were pierced I'm not sure though perhaps it was due to my long hair almost always covering my hair. In any case I came down stairs a much more normal looking 13 year old teenaged girl and presented myself to all present. My uncle remarked I was stunning. I was not embarrassed for him to see me since we play that way all the time but I was careful not to let anyone notice just how well he and I really got along. Mom had already seen me in a far more embarrassing outfit and knowing Dad was a cross dresser I didn't feel embarrassed in front of him either, especially since while I was in my room he changed into a skirt, blouse and put some lipstick on.

From then on I was "Shirley" most of the time at home. Mom and Dad found whatever they were looking for and resumed their weekend and I redressed in my slutty clothes and threw myself at my uncle hoping for another wonderful weekend of being raped like a cheep whore.

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