I was the youngest of three brothers, my mother died giving birth to me, leaving my father to raise us on his own. That meant he had to give up work, so money was always tight. To supplement the government handouts, he he did odd jobs and gardening for friends and neighbours, who felt sorry for us. At the time, I don't think any of us boys appreciated the sacrifices he made to put food on the table and clothe us. With an all male household, we didn't much bother with clothing when the weather was warm enough, it saved on laundry bills. It felt strange dressing for school, we were naked again as soon as we got home again. Apart from the size, our bodies were identical. Dad had chest hair, and as they hit puberty, my brothers sprouted pubes, armpit hair, and their penises grew.
Fast forward, I'm 18 now, my older brothers are still at home, it being too expensive to move out, besides which, we had a tight family bond. I had started an apprenticeship, and my brothers worked in the construction industry, developing fine bodies. Dad was now in his mid 40s, but, I shouldn't say this, as fit as fuck. Our house was a typical three bedroom semi detached property. Dad had the big bedroom, my brothers shared a double bed in the middle one, leaving me to have the tiny box room, where I would go to masturbate morning and night, more often at weekends. I knew my brothers, and probably dad, did the same.
One afternoon, I came home early from college. The back door was already open. Lying along the sofa was dad, eyes closed, wanking and murmuring to himself. I should have walked away, but I was transfixed as he worked his way toward orgasm. My own erection was trying to escape my underwear. All of a sudden, he shuddered and blew his load. I backed off, went out of the back door, and came back in, calling, "Hi, I'm home, anyone want a cup of tea?" Thinking that it would give dad time to do himself up. He said hi as I came in. Nothing was said, and I went to my room to undress and wank. That evening at dinner, dad nonchalantly said, "Did you enjoy watching me jerk?" I blushed and wanted the world to swallow me up. My brothers just giggled, making matters worse. Dad went on, "I didn't mind, in fact I quite enjoyed the attention, it made me cum more than usual. We all do it, so it's no big deal." My brothers joined in, One of them said, "We toss each other, and give one another blow jobs, you can watch if you want." My eyes said it all, so after we had done the washing up, dad and I followed them upstairs. They lay on the bed, kissing and making out. I had an erection again, even though I came before breakfast, and again after watching dad. They turned and had a sixty nine. Dad had his arm round my waist. They turned back and tossed each other, I had never seen so much cum. They scooped some up and ate it, then invited me to lick them clean. I knew it was wrong, dad pushed me forward. While I was cleaning them, dad ran his fingers along my crack and toyed with my bum hole, I thought he would fuck me. Seeing me hard, my brothers invited me to wank over them. I refused, so the brother nearest to me held out his hand and jerked me. I came over his face, with dad's finger now inside me. I was licked clean.
Downstairs we had a beer and no more was said. I knew then that it was a matter of time before I witnessed them shagging. Days later, I was lucky. It was Saturday morning and I heard them making out. I crept silently along the hallway, where their door was slightly ajar. They were giving one another head. After a few minutes, one of them impaled himself and began riding. I took myself in hand, he was facing away from me, bouncing steadily faster. From where I was standing, I couldn't see it, but I heard the groans and knew he had cum. He lifted himself up a little, my brother took his cock out, played with the hole, and stuffed it back in, thrusting wildly, he bred his brother. I knew then that it would soon be my turn, and I couldn't wait. Back in my room, I blew a huge load.
The very next morning, my brothers had gone to play football for the local team, (I would meet them in the pub after the match, football didn't interest me). It meant that dad and I were alone. I ran the hoover over the carpet while he busied himself in the kitchen, coming back in with mugs of coffee, "Hey son, come and sit with me on the sofa." I left my coffee where it was and sat along side him, "You know son, don't tell the others, but you have always been my favourite, I see you as a reincarnation of her." "That's very sweet of you, dad" We kissed and I held his knob. It grew in my hand as I stroked it's velvety skin and tickled his sac. The kissing became more passionate and we fell onto the carpet, erections rubbing together. He turned me over and rimmed me, 'This is it', I thought. He pulled my hips up, I put my head in my hands and tried to relax. More saliva, and a finger inside me, finger fucking me. It felt out of this world. He positioned himself against my hole and gently pushed. I pushed back and dad was inside me. It felt fantastic. He gave me a moment or two to get used to the feeling, and started to pump. Precum soaked into the carpet. Faster and deeper, I came unaided, I would have to clean the mess up. With a roar, he shot his load deep inside my bowels. As he softened, he plopped out, I turned, licked him clean, squeezing the last drips from him, and said, "Thanks dad, you were amazing." Our coffees had gone cold, small price to pay for losing my virginity. I dressed and went to pick my brothers up.
