My parents got divorced when I was 5. I lived with my Mom Monday - Friday and with my Dad most weekends. They really were nice to each other. They even hugged when I was dropped off. They just weren't in love with each other.

My Mom got a much younger boyfriend when I was 7, I think he was 14 when they got together and my Dad had a much younger girlfriend at around the same time, she was around 22 when she moved in with my Dad.

I was molested by both. I don't advocate the molestation of kids. And I know this may seem contradictory but I loved every minute of it. Looking back at it as an adult, if it were my kids I would have killed both. But looking back through the eyes of the child I was at the time I would say it was not the least bit traumatic though at times slightly awkward and confusing but the pleasure overwhelmed the uncertainty.

I should probably explain that for a boy I was extremely pretty. My Mom thought I looked adorable with long hair so I had extremely long hair through high school. I was often mistaken for a girl but I didn't let it bother me. I actually cultivated a sort of feminine persona as I approached puberty anyways. So I suppose I was destined to be bisexual. I don't think these two people turned me bisexual, I think they simply released what was already inside me.

One day after I had gone to bed and was just about asleep I was woken up by someone sitting on my bed. It was dark so when I opened my eyes they couldn't see that I had opened my eyes. They adjusted and I could see from their silhouette in the light of the doorway that it was my Mom's 14 year old boyfriend. We got along fine so I wasn't really concerned, just a little confused as to why he would be there. Then after a moment he slipped his hand under the sheets, into my pajamas and onto my crotch. He was very gentle and started to play with my penis and scrotum. It was the most wonderful experience I had ever had. I also knew it was very naughty and dirty and figured that since he had snuck in after dark when I was supposed to be asleep that he didn't want me to know that he was doing it so I pretended to be asleep. The feelings of pleasure from his fingers were overwhelming and while I didn't have an orgasm it was about as close to one as I would imagine a 7 year old might normally hope to have.

This event repeated itself a few weeks later then again and more frequently and eventually became a nightly thing when he moved in just before he turned 15. By then I had just about damned near fell in love with him. Outside of the bedroom he became more and more affectionate with me as well. He was always looking for an excuse to hug me, brush/comb my hair, hold me in his lap etc. and often his hands would roam, especially when he draped a blanket over us when I sat in his lap. I could feel his dick get hard under me and I sometimes had to shift around because it uncomfortably poked up against my bum cheek. So I moved until it nestled in the crack of my butt, not actually in my butt of course but just nestled there between the cheeks through my pajamas or shorts. Sometimes he held me there during an entire movie or two with his hand cupping my crotch. It felt awesome every time. It got to the point that just thinking about him touching me gave me delicious tingling goose bumps.

It was not long after the first incident of being molested by Jason that my Dad's girlfriend started in. She was gorgeous and I certainly understood from the beginning why Dad liked her. She was 22, looked like she belonged on the cover of Vogue, long blond hair, blue eyes, shaped like a Barbie doll. She was also incredibly nice to me from the day we met. Both my parents did movie nights so when we did movie night at my Dad's his girlfriend, Britney, picked me up, told me how adorable I am and laid me out over her lap, pulled a blanket up to my waist then proceeded to give me the best massage while I watched the movie. Of course it didn't hurt that she was a professional masseuse. She massaged me all over and it was always a perfectly normal innocent massage and it made my whole body feel like I was on fire with pleasure. But then when the normal part of the massage was over she insisted on finishing with a grand finale. I believe they call it a happy ending. She starts the happy ending by giving me the world's best butt massage, which lasts about a half hour. Then she flips me over and massages the crotch of my pajamas for a while then finally slips her hands in (draped with a blanked of course) and gently jerks me off. She caressed my balls with one hand and slid her other hand softly up and down my little erection. I had often wondered if she and Jason compared notes because they had similar ways they molested me thought Britney was better skilled at massage.

Things progressed from there with both and within a year they were both full blown having sex with me. Jason was sucking my cock, fucking my ass and mouth and Britney taught me to eat pussy and fuck her. I had my first orgasm in Jason's mouth at 8 and my second one two days later while Britney was licking my asshole while jerking me off and playing with my balls. I never told my parents but did tell Britney and Jason about each other and once when I was 12 we had a weekend long three way orgy, Britney, Jason and me. Jason and my Mom broke up when I was 16. Jason had become too old for Mom's taste so she started to date one of my friends from school who was 15. Britney eventually left my Dad for a younger guy with more money. I still see Jason because he gives an awesome blow job and has the nicest cock I have ever had the privilege of choking on. I haven't seen Britney in about a year. I regret none of the above.