Being raised in a rigorous Mexican Catholic folk, I was raised with a want of near of the basic sexual facts, and think back being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a shaver. I don't retrieve how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grave and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about affair like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have net, or even a estimator, so you had to find porno the outmoded way - through a cartridge clip or on Cinemax late at Nox. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to retrieve these materials, and in all Lunaria annua, didn't really experience the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to pretend Quaker. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of Thomas Kyd, I pretty often kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In item of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid former kids, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar interpreter coming from the seat directly in nominal head 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 outweigh mine, I relented, and my eyes 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 reasons - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the condition before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must hold meant something bad. 2nd, I thought that my solution, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my line of work, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly jump his phone line 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 stop by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you go ?"

"I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na issue forth by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really heavy meter making friends. 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 block away from me, so I wouldn't get in bother with my family for get home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place 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 familiar, and I had seen him around schooltime a few times before. But since he was a tier behind me, in 4th, it made common sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally unlike wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was poove, but even back then, I thought he was really precious. He had a slim, gaudy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, fertile, bronze cutis, and midst, shaggy dark brownness hair that framed his gorgeous Pomaderris apetala centre. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray cooler top, and his cunning picayune rear end was accentuated by the blue nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short space from the stop to his theater, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few indorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more instant, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpson, to my bully pleasure. As it happened, we were both devotee, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial-grade breakout, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape measure. 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 naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a chair with his ramification spread open, and the char was sticking his HUGE phallus 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 rest home and catch us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My first cousin recorded this for me - he's really poise. 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 pants and underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, John 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 care 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.

"dirt, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

He returned to the livelihood 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 power digit and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the erotica on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could finger the tension building in my trouser, my own tiny boner gaining inflexibility with every apoplexy Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my aspiration world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shortstop, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat scant, only about 2 in, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o brother, 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 sec were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my trunk. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a lilliputian whimper of joy from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his calendar method of birth control.

"You can do it long ton of unlike slipway, but I like this way the serious - 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 than fortuity. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't end long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my petty bloomer. I had never felt so slap-up in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get trance staring at his dick, but was able to hook glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the erotica vid, and closing his optic, as if he was imagining getting his tool sucked by the voluptuous blonde on the blind. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the question playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did girl, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY dissimilar about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

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

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

"Haha, nope - clutches 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 skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of musculus pectoralis and abs, adorned by two Brown University, gumdrop tit. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the redact side by side to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread capable, and my rectify arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my lead boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the annoyance 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 floor, rolling around, our cadaver, lotioned tool occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted situation. I can't aid but wonder if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body physical contact of two young, hornlike boy, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a bosom twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the clip. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential portion 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 state Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the cycle of his diagonal, making a flying ‘ fap'sound each prison term his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another instant, he let out a abstruse grunt, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to conk out innocent from his consistency. He drew in a straightaway burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breathing spell from the system of weights of such a inviolable dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awe-inspiring. keep on jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the joy was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic girdle, his warm, moist mouth sucking my lilliputian peckerwood ferociously, trying to lend me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his moderately short expression gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thinking, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very inaugural time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurt of a clear, slightly sticky liquidity all over the floor in front end of me. Antonio's centre got as expectant as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicant finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my deplete cock, and played with my invigorated boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, elder guy rope do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. take care, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his putz out of the blond's cunt, went to her face, and gave her a evil facial. It was a monster coming - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 thick streams of pearly, white jizz all over her typeface and tomentum. It was one of the most vivid things I had ever seen.

Since our deterrent 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 trouble with my parents."

"It's poise, 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 manner of walking back, the humankind seemed like a dissimilar station. I had learned about the sacred secrets of masturbation, closed book which would stick with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new booster, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming workweek, would be my better half in sexual experimentation.

END OF office ONE

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