The Odd Dangerous Undertaking Of Miguel And Antonio ( 1 )


Erotica, First-Time, Gay, Virginity, Young
Being raised in a exacting Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a nestling. I don't commend how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th level, I was very ignorant about things like puberty, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a pitiful family, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a reckoner, so you had to find smut the old-fashioned way - through a cartridge holder or on Cinemax late at nighttime. Both were pretty much unimaginable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded theater, meaning not a great deal secrecy. I hadn't the tenuous melodic theme about how to recover these textile, and in all honestness, didn't really throw the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it intemperately to make friends. I rode the bus home, 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 level of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to deflect former small fry, ignoring cry and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat directly in presence 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 middle met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to run out 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 term before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. second base, I thought that my response, either way, would probably ensue in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business organization, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

tinker's dam. My programme backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"wellspring, do you wan na stop by my sign of the zodiac and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you know ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really intemperately time 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 pulley-block away from me, so I wouldn't get in worry with my kinfolk for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his space and receive 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 social class are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little associate, and I had seen him around school a few time before. But since he was a gradation behind me, in 4th, it made sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark Brown hair that framed his gorgeous Pomaderris apetala eye. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a greyness tank top, and his precious picayune butt was accentuated by the amobarbital sodium nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his voluptuous nerve, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the unforesightful distance from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sac for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowboy keychain with a I key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great joy. As it happened, we were both devotee, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the indorse commercial gap, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabeled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a risible episode !"

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

After a few mo of fuzzy and scrambled trope, an picture of a naked man and char flashed across the screenland. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the cleaning 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 home 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 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth apparent movement. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length member pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, Robert Brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his gloomy torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his trunk between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"damn, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his picayune cock bounce, and succulent nerve jiggling with each unvoiced step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his forefinger fingerbreadth and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get a line the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable sight before me. I could sense the tension building in my pants, my own tiny botch gaining inflexibility with every separatrix Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my boxershorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also full-length, but Antonio didn't seem to care or listen. All he wanted was a j/o crony, 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 galvanising, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of joy from my lips. I slowly started bucking my pelvic girdle to his rhythms.

"You can do it scads of different fashion, 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 virgule. Tragic, really - for those few apoplexy, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip-up didn't finis long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my piffling fuckup. I had never felt so outstanding in my liveliness, and for some rationality, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get captivate staring at his prick, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his centre, as if he was imagining getting his gumshoe sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the caput playfully coming in and out of thought with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did little girl, but I think it was at this minute 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 time, we were jacking off and standing right following to each other. 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 - grasp on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his elbow room, and this fourth dimension 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 pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my organic structure, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat tumid teat. I situated myself on the cast succeeding to him, and found a comfortable view - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread open, and my right-hand arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left field boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jolt shift of focal point from the pleasure in my member 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 flooring, rolling around, our remains, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't helper but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on defile nine, savoring the body contact of two Edward Young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

"That's what you get, squawk !,"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 low gear sexual climax - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A important 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 bit or so, I could separate Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the beat of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each clip his medal hit his bare pubic area. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his scummy lip just a little bit. It looked like this trivial dandy was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deeply grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his physical structure. He drew in a prompt outburst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breathing spell from the weight of such a warm dry climax.

"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 pleasure was building so rapidly with each effort. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a lip, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouthpiece. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic girdle, his warm, moist mouth sucking my fiddling pecker ferociously, trying to wreak me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little case gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that final exam thought, I sent myself over the border and came for the very first time in my animation. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a unclutter, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in forepart of me. Antonio's eyes got as prominent as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting sport. The man on the concealment started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her nerve, and gave her a barbarous facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick watercourse of pearly, Patrick White jizz all over her face and hairsbreadth. 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 Simpson, 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 assuredness, dude. You can come 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 total walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar place. I had learned about the hallow enigma of masturbation, arcanum which would stay with me for the residuum of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the hail hebdomad, would be my mate in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

If you guys like this, I'll write more chapters. : )
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