My mother died when I was born. Was raised by an alcoholic dad and four older brothers. I was a happy kid and well taken care of. In about 6th grade I became aware that what went on at our house was different from my friends. Our place was kind of like a frat house. Dad provided the income and little else. I thought porn magazines, naked romping around, hard ons, jacking off, filthy talk, sucking, and fucking was the norm. I was not included yet, but was pretty well aware of what was going on. I had two really good friends. (Three Amigos) and I was the one with all the "information." Dad remarried, my bros are all married and I am gay. Go figure.