What friends are for - Part 2 - Sex Stories

What friends are for - Part 2

... relief. ***** After watching him enjoy being pissed on, everyone else decided they would contribute and piss on him as well. His other friends crowded around him, showering him at the same time. Sammy continued to hold his mouth open, although they seemed to focus on pissing in his eyes and hair. Once they were finished high fiving and fist bumping his mother was next, squatting over his face she moaned as her piss drenched her son's face. "We have a surprise for you, Orphan." A friend said, once again calling him an orphan. "We're pretty sure you'll love it." Another continued. Still soaked in piss, Sammy shuffled behind the group as they entered the living room. Sitting on coffee table was a shiney bronze Urn. Mixed feelings rushed through him - tears welling up in his eyes, and pre-cum drooling from his cock. "Yup! It's your dad!" One friend said, squeezing his own cock. "Since we didn't go to the funeral, we thought we could show our respect here!" Mark said. Sammy dropped to his knees in front of the coffee table, looking at the urn as his cock throbbed in pain. "You don't mind if we dessicrate his ashes right?" One friend cooed in his ear, before lifting the Urn's lid and letting a wad of spit fall into it. Sammy's eyes widened, he wanted them to stop - but when he opened his mouth his dick answered for him: "Please.. Do your worst!" Those words brought smiles to everyone around him. They knew he was broken now, and wanted to have as much fun with him as they could. ...

... "Well let's get started!" Someone cheered. As the group went into orgy mode, Sammy stayed on his knees watching when one friend from the group sat down in front of him. "Wanna help get me hard so I can bone your mom?" He asked with a big smile. Sammy nodded, staring at his friends soft cock. "I know, we can talk about your dad! What a loser right?" He laughed taking his dick in hand. "Y-yeah he was.." Sammy replied. "Everyone is so happy he's dead, I can't wait to wreak his ashes." He said cheerfully. "What will do you?" Sammy asked, dying for an answer. "Well after a few more beers we'll all need to piss again, so that's one idea!" Sammy's mouth hung open in shock. "Also that Mexican food upset my stomach, you'll have a mess on your hands pretty soon." He laughed, his dick now fully erect. Standing up his friend's dick bounced in front of his face, temping Sammy to touch it. "Oh one last thing, remember how we called you Orphan?" Sammy swallowed and nodded. "An Orphan is someone who lost both his parents, and since your mom is gonna disown you in a few days it seemed like a good name for you!" Slapping Sammy across the face with his dick, he turned and joined the group; already busy fucking his mom. Sammy couldn't handle anymore: his mother being fucked beside him, his father's ashes in front of him, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it relentlessly. It only took a moment before his cock erupted across the coffee table, splattering against his father's Urn. Despite his ...