Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic mob, I was raised with a lack of about of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a tyke. I don't think back how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was severe and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor crime syndicate, we didn't have Internet, or even a reckoner, so you had to find erotica the demode way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much inconceivable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the livelihood way, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the little idea about how to happen these textile, and in all honesty, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to piddle friends. I rode the bus domicile, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty practically kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In gunpoint of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avert other kids, ignoring yell and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar spokesperson coming from the hindquarters directly in front of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

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

I was scared for two cause - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must stimulate meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell apart everyone my business enterprise, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would take him astray, and possibly derail his pipeline of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

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

"Well, do you wan na break off by my business firm and encounter out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you populate ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard time making Quaker. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a pulley away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for sexual climax home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his space and witness 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 course of instruction are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little familiar, and I had seen him around school a few times 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 class before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporting build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze tegument, and midst, shaggy dark chocolate-brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot springtime day in Texas, so he was wearing a white-haired tank top, and his cunning short butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing soma to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the shortsighted distance from the closure to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cattleman keychain with a single key attached. A few Thomas More s, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C social unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Sir James Young Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial fault, 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 funny episode !"

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

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

"How'd you get this smut ? What if your mom or dad come rest home and charm us ?"

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

"Hey, and weren't you gon na teach 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 trouser and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half in uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, Brown 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 attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his body 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 bedchamber, his little cock bouncing, and succulent impudence jiggling with each toilsome step.

He returned to the bread and butter room with a application dispenser, squeezed out a few splash, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could discover the pornography on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible visual sense before me. I could feel the tension building in my bloomers, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream public, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shortstop, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat curt, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my consistency. He proceeded to stroke me a few sentence, eliciting a bantam whine of delight from my rim. I slowly started bucking my hips to his cycle.

"You can do it lots of dissimilar mode, but I like this way the 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 strokes. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the stumble didn't live on long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little bloomer. I had never felt so cracking in my life, and for some rationality, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get becharm staring at his dick, but was able-bodied to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his middle, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the CRT screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the mind playfully coming in and out of survey with each move of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did little girl, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

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

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

"Haha, nope - custody on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his way, and this fourth dimension came back with a few towels - he placed them on the lounge, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a young genus Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral and abs, adorned by two Brown, gumdrop teat. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my organic structure, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger pap. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a prosperous position - reclining on the lounge, my second joint spread heart-to-heart, and my properly arm drawn across my venter, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's cut-up aspect came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my leftfield boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring transformation of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the pain in the neck 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 come back the favor. Soon we were on the level, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't assistant but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my maiden orgasm - though I didn't know it at the clock time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A important office 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 mo or so, I could state Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his stroke, making a tight ‘ fap'sound each clock time his palm hit his bare pubic country. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his down in the mouth lip just a fiddling bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a rich oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to violate rid from his organic structure. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a slack exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a secure dry coming.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the delight was building so rapidly with each front. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my putz that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his brass grinding against my renal pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a life-time.

With that final thought process, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very low meter in my life history. But, I was very surprise to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spirt of a clear, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's optic got as large as discus.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his diminutive index finger finger and grazed the top of my capitulum, sending a frisson through my eject tool, and played with my refreshing boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, onetime guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack up off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. wait, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting gaming. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his hawkshaw out of the blonde's pussy, went to her boldness, and gave her a reprehensible facial. It was a giant orgasm - he shot at least 6 loggerheaded watercourse of pearly, white jizz all over her grimace and hairsbreadth. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

Since our example 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 bother with my parents."

"It's cool, dude. You can number 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 base. The intact walking back, the world seemed like a dissimilar place. I had learned about the sacred secrets of masturbation, closed book which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very exceptional one, in Antonio, who in the derive weeks, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF component part ONE

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