All was good with my upbringing, until my mum left to live with some guy from work. I say good upbringing, but I never heard my parents being intimate, and sex was a taboo subject. It didn't help that I was not good-looking, a scrawny kid with no muscles and not much brain. Not much of a dick for that matter, 4.5" on a good day. The boys I mixed with weren't into it either, though we heard other lads boasting how they'd been up all night shagging. I didn't believe a word. Like most kids, I found the delights of masturbation, but it didn't matter, as I had to do my own washing. I'd probably consider myself asexual, as I'd never had particular feelings for either gender.
All of that changed one evening when I was 18. I was in my room one evening, toying with my little penis, wishing it would grow, when dad came home from the pub. He came upstairs to the bathroom, which was next to my bedroom, and pissed a gallon. He then tapped my door, walked in, and sat on the bed, ignoring that I had my knob in my hand. His cock was still out of his flies, and seemingly twice as big as me flaccid. He put his arm around me, something he hadn't done since I was a kid. It made me feel uneasy. With beery breath, he said, "I know I've not been much of a dad to you, I find it difficult to get close to people, that's why your mum left." The next thing he did shocked me and excited me in equal measure, he kissed my neck. I turned to tell him to stop, but he kissed me on the lips and guided my hand to his growing cock. I couldn't resist and my mouth opened, the first time anyone had kissed me properly. I knew it was wrong, but emotions took over. Instinctively, I stroked his cock, now huge. Our tongues met and my balls started to ache. He put his hand behind my head and eased it down to his weapon, "Suck it for me", he pleaded. I did my best, licking the crown that still tasted of wee. "That's it, open your mouth." It seemed the natural thing to do, so I swallowed an inch or two and began sucking and wanking the base. "God, that feels so good, go faster." I upped the pace. For some reason, I shot a load onto my leg. He held my head and face fucked me. "Arrgh!", he cried and filled my mouth with semen until it ran off my chin. "Thanks, son, you're a natural." I cried myself to sleep.
That was the start of it. A few nights later, he entered my room again, this time stone cold sober, in just his underwear, and carrying something. Without being asked, he crawled into bed behind me, kissing my neck and spooning. I could feel his big dick, even before he pulled it out from the leg of his briefs. Somehow, I knew what was about happen and resigned myself to it. He kissed his way down my back. He pulled my cheeks apart and licked my hole. He came came back up and smeared gel on me, and a load on his cock. I bit the pillow and waited. "Please try to relax, I'll be gentle, but I haven't had sex in years". His penis was at my backdoor, I took a deep breath and let him invade me. Fuck me, it hurt, but I could do nothing about it. "Good lad, I love you". Slowly, he sank it right in and kissed me again. It became more bearable, and when he eased out, I almost missed it. He added more lube and started humping. After a bit, I started pushing up to meet him, but I was so tight he didn't last long, and filled my insides. I had already cum on the sheets. Two days later, I moved in with him, at least he had a double bed. We became lovers, and the more we fucked, the more I enjoyed it. Somehow, the naughtiness of it only made it more exciting.
My uncle, who lived a few miles away, needed a help with decorating, so dad sent me over, saying I could stay until the job was done. My uncle, who was a few years younger than dad, greeted me wearing baggy shorts. It came as no surprise when he said we were going to redecorate his bedroom. We had coffee and I unpacked my things into the spare bedroom. After coffee, he held me in his arms and squeezed me, saying what a handsome young man I'd become, but I knew he just wanted to get inside my pants, and he was much too strong to stop him. He sat me on the bed and dropped his shorts. His cock was at least as big as dad's, and fatter. I knew the score and wrapped one hand around the base of his penis, and stroked his sack with the other. "That's it, boy, your father said you were good in bed. Much as I appreciated the compliment, there wasn't a paint pot in sight. I took my top off, shuffled out of my trackie bottoms, and gave myself to him. He climbed on the bed like the bear that he was, and slobbered kisses over me. I rolled over onto my tummy, put my bum in the air, and waited for the onslaught. I heard his heavy breathing, then felt cold lube on me. He hovered above me, steadied himself, and pushed in. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but he couldn't see my hurt. For the next twenty minutes, I let him have his way. I even started to enjoy it, and tossed myself when I could. He finally came with a grunt, pulled out, and gave my ass a slap. He left me to put the kettle on, and I jerked myself. He did actually have some decorating to do, but nothing he couldn't have coped with alone. At least he cooked a reasonable meal, and supplied plenty of beer. We slept together, but not before I had given him head. The next morning, I was up and showered, trying to avoid being fucked again, too soon. Walking around in my undies, I was putting dust sheets down and assembling the paint brushes and tools, when dad let himself in. "Good morning, you look good enough to eat. Is there any coffee going?" I went to the kitchen, and he followed me in. Our talking must have woken my uncle. He came dreamily into the kitchen as dad had me up on a worktop, legs over his shoulders, about to enter me. 'Oh, fuck, I thought, I'm gonna get both of them'. Dad unceremoniously plowed into me, putting on a show for his brother. He humped away, occasionally pulling right out, spitting on his shaft, and slamming home again. Time and time again he did it, lasting much longer than usual. "Okay, son, here it comes," and he flooded into me. "Fucking hell, you make a brilliant shag, much better than your mum". 'I don't need to be hearing that', I thought. It was uncle's turn. He took up the same position, only he went in easier on dad's cum. Dad chuckled as he watched his son getting hammered and bred for a second time. My wank would have to wait.
No one dressed, but armed with brushes and rollers, the decorating was soon complete. Dad took me home. That night, in bed, he cuddled into me and thanked me for being such a good boy.
