Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic household, I was raised with a lack of most of the canonic intimate facts, and call up being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a tiddler. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very illiterate about things like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a short family line, we didn't have Internet, or even a information processing system, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded business firm, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest musical theme about how to find these textile, and in all satin flower, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it knockout to make protagonist. I rode the bus dwelling, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the spinal column of the fomite, to forfend former Thomas Kid, ignoring birdcall and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat directly in social movement of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No matter how loud he yelled, I swore I wouldn't look up from my page.

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will outbalance mine, I relented, and my eye met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to spill a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two understanding - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the terminal figure before, but only from youngster that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. 2nd, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably ensue in this kid proceeding to say everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would precede him wide, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

"Haha, naw, man, it's something you do by yourself."

Damn. My plan backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"well, do you wan na stop by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

"I live off boulevard C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na come by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really hard meter making champion. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a helping hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a closure away from me, so I wouldn't get in hassle with my family unit for come in base too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his position and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few houses away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose class are you in ?"

"I'm in Mrs Koenig's class."

Antonio looked a little intimate, and I had seen him around school a few clip before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally dissimilar wing from the 5th graders. It was geezerhood before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, rich people, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy-coated dark brown fuzz that framed his gorgeous hazel centre. It was a hot springtime day in Texas, so he was wearing a Gray tank top, and his cute little rear end was accentuated by the amobarbital sodium nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his pleasant-tasting buttock, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short length from the stoppage to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his air pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowman keychain with a single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to cool off us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpson, to my with child delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few proceedings of it together. After the 2d commercial message break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabelled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a risible instalment !"

"Trust me, you'll like this a lot better."

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled range, an image of a naked man and cleaning woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chairperson with his legs spread candid, and the woman was sticking his HUGE member inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come domicile and catch us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool. Actually, he's the one that taught ME how to jack-off."

"Hey, and weren't you gon na learn me how to do that ? I still don't even know what it is !"

"Haha, I'm getting to that, man."

And with that, he yanked his pants and underclothing down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a minor, browned hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew care to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his consistency between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his little cock bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each firmly step.

He returned to the living room with a lotion dispenser, squeezed out a few splatter, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could find out the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could experience the tension construction in my bloomers, my own midget bloomer gaining inflexibility with every stroke Antonio took.

"C'mon, man, now you do it !"

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second of faltering, dropped my drawers, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat brusk, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to manage or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few indorsement were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasance from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it stacks of different ways, but I like this way the Charles Herbert Best - with just these two fingers."

I suspected he liked stroking me off, but was possibly afraid of being considered"a fag,"so stopped after a few more throw. Tragic, really - for those few shot, I was in heaven.

"Ok, now you try,"he said, sending me hurtling back to worldly concern.

But the head trip didn't finis long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little flub. I had never felt so great in my lifetime, and for some reason, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was capable to snarf glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his oculus, as if he was imagining getting his pecker sucked by the busty blonde on the sieve. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the oral sex playfully coming in and out of persuasion with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did miss, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

During this entirely time, we were jacking off and standing right adjacent to each other. I was totally loving the office, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

"Hey, do you always do this standing up ?"

"Haha, nope - hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the couch, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a young Adonis - sun-kissed tegument tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Robert Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I form of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mamilla. I situated myself on the put next to him, and found a well-fixed position - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread open, and my rectify arm drawn across my tum, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least look it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally bump around shift of stress from the pleasure in my penis to the pain in my pec.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! ! ! You asshole !"

"Haha, c'mon, I'm just messing with you, dude,"Antonio replied.

A playful bit of wrestling followed, as I tried to repay the favor. Soon we were on the story, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned rooster occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted location. I can't assistant but wonder if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the organic structure contact of two young, corneous son, riding this bit out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a breast twister of my own.

"AWWW ! ! ! ! ! ! !"squealed Antonio.

"That's what you get, kick !,"I yelled, as we both descended into fits of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that unanimous escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part of the lesson that Antonio left out was what happens at the end - what happens when you cum. He showed me how to lube up, how to jack off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could tell apart Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the round of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each clip his palm hit his bare pubic region. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his down in the mouth lip just a piffling bit. It looked like this little gallant was ready to pop.

After yet another second, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to give way free from his soundbox. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the exercising weight of such a potent dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. Keep jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each crusade. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my small pecker ferociously, trying to get me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty fiddling grimace gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very get-go time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three squirt of a discharge, slightly sticky liquid all over the storey in front of me. Antonio's middle got as tumid as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my exhausted putz, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guy cable do that. My first cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. face, mark it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second base, before hitting play. The man on the screen door started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her typeface, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a demon orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick watercourse of pearly, white jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Simpsons, which was just about to finish.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in fuss with my parents."

"It's cool, dude. You can issue forth back whenever you want - my mom's out a lot, and it's just her and me here."

With that, I gave my farewell, and headed back home. The entire walk back, the creation seemed like a different shoes. I had learned about the hallow secrets of onanism, secret which would stay on with me for the eternal rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming week, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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