My cock began to swell underneath my jeans. We were both seating on his bed, he stared down at my crotch. I knew it was just me and him in the house alone. Tom kept glancing back at me, like if he knew every thought going though my mind. For the first time in my life I thought, what it would be like to have sex with another man. He kept his eyes on me and somehow, I started to get excited. 'Oh no, nothing like that' I said, 'to tell you the truth, I have not yet had any sex'. I said 'no' he then said 'oh, I see, you must be one of those guys that like to fuck different girls'. He showed me his collection of baseball cards, and after that he change the subject, and he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said 'sure I love to see it' and he asked me to his room. He then start talking about sports, and he asked me if I waned to see his collection of baseball cards. We went to the living room, and we talk for a while. Tom was eighteen years old, tall with a muscular body, and a charming personality.
The only one at home was Tom, his older bother. I didn't know it at the time, but he, his younger brother and his parents had left early in the morning to go to the beach. That whole thing started on a Saturday afternoon, when I went to visit my friend. The first time I had sex, was with the brother of my best friend.
