But, as I said, by the time I was nineteen or so, I knew I loved sex itself. I loved everything about it. The feeling of anticipation, the growing ten...ion between the boy and myself, the variety of thrills I felt as different parts of my body reacted in different ways, the ways boys and their bodies reacted to what I did to them. Even the complicated business of planning where and how to get away by yourselves so that you could do it – at that age, even with a steady boy-friend it was hard to. So I knew about man on man sex, and I had had some experiences with my friends. But, my brother? I got out of the shower, thoughts confused, grabbed a towel and dried myself as I went back to our room naked. My cock was half hard and swinging so I put the towel in front of me to cover up. As I got to the door and looked in, my brother was lying on his bed naked with a massive erection. He was stroking with some speed, foreskin moving forward and back over the glistening head, with his eyes. I almost didn't make it to my driver’s test because I felt so bad over this whole situation. But I got myself up and wasn't even in the mood to dress up. So I just put on some black nylon pantyhose, some skin-tight marine blue jeans, a pink t-shirt, and some black ‘Vans’ shoes. My hair was messy, but I didn’t care. It was awkward betweenme and Luis. So we did not really talk that much. But I passed my driver’s test and just went home into my cosy bed and stayed there for a couple of more. .." I stuttered."Sorry," said Tom. Suddenly he knelt in front of me and removed any barrier between his mouth and my cock. His blow job blew me away. I staggered to the bed, barely able to stand. He finished me in seconds.Watching Devi and Tracy enjoying each other's bodies on the bed, moving slowly over every possible erogenous zone until they reached their erotic centers forming a sixty-nine, Tracy coaxing Devi to orgasm, Tom kept stroking my penis and his hand and the vision in front of me.