Thought It Was Love, Well Almost?

I was in my early to mid teens and mom and dad were getting divorced and we moved to an apartment that was cool because it was a large complex and had a pool, work out room and game room. I met some friends, guys who worked for the airlines and had a "crash pad" for layovers there. Benji became my best friend immediately and it was hotter than ever, he really knew how to make me feel good about sleeping with him. When Benji wasn't there Franc, Peter or Raulf was and it was hotter than ever for me, a inquisitive bi, maybe gay cutie like I was getting all the attention like that. This had been going on for like six months, my fifteenth birthday came and went and I'd been lavishly g*fted with all sorts of suggestive boy panty g*fts that I proudly pranced around in. My taste for international cum cuisine from their cocks that regularly took a dip in the pool of my firm boycheeks was learned eagerly with a schoolboys curiosity.
It turned out that I was a competition for them. Cammed, shared and voted on by their friends online?!
After seeing the vids of me and one through ten scores I definitely lost my little boy innocent shyness and kinda liked it all in all.