Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic family unit, I was raised with a deficiency of most of the basic sexual facts, and call up being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. 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 grade, I was very ignorant about things like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a short household, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to find porno the passee way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a lot unimaginable, 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 slim theme about how to observe these cloth, and in all honesty, didn't really hold the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to make friend. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty a great deal 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 fomite, to avoid other Kyd, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar vox coming from the seat directly in strawman 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 oculus met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to slop 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 cause meant something bad. second, I thought that my answer, 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 least, asking another dubiousness would head him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

darn. My plan 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 home and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard prison term making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a deal of friendly relationship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn't get in hassle with my family unit for fare home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his spot 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 category are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a piddling familiar, and I had seen him around school a few multiplication 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 cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze hide, and midst, shagged dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a grey tank car top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the Amytal nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his toothsome face, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sack for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowherd keychain with a bingle key attached. A few More seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few instant of it together. After the minute commercial message break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled magnetic tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a suspicious episode !"

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

After a few moment of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screenland. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chairperson with his legs spread give, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her oral cavity, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be faulty, but at the Lapp sentence, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin-german 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 motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marble 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 bedroom, his little shaft bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each severely step.

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

"sentry and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his exponent finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible mass before me. I could feel the stress building in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining inflexibility with every chance event Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my pipe dream world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 in, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to like or bear in mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, 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 s were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my torso. He proceeded to stroke me a few multiplication, eliciting a lilliputian whimper of pleasure from my mouth. I slowly started bucking my hips to his cycle.

"You can do it long ton of different ways, 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 Sir Thomas More strokes. Tragic, really - for those few apoplexy, I was in heaven.

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

But the head trip didn't final long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my picayune pratfall. I had never felt so not bad in my life history, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get see staring at his shaft, but was able to sneak glance every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the sieve. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable stopcock, the header playfully coming in and out of view with each drive of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did missy, 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 hale 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 - appreciation on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his elbow room, and this sentence 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 offspring Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop teat. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my consistency, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mammilla. I situated myself on the sofa next to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the lounge, my thigh spread open, and my proper arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a piece, Antonio's trickster facet came out, when I least gestate it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my entrust boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focussing from the pleasance in my penis to the hurting 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 reward the favour. Soon we were on the story, rolling around, our remains, lotioned prick occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't avail but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the event, I was on defile nine, savoring the body contact lens of two Cy Young, aroused male child, riding this mo out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my retaliation, and delivered a boob twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first climax - 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 up off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the musical rhythm of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each prison term his palm hit his bare pubic orbit. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his low-toned lip just a little bit. It looked like this little clotheshorse was ready to pop.

After yet another moment, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his body. He drew in a nimble burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the pornography 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 typeface grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist sassing sucking my minuscule putz 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 lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very initiative time in my life. But, I was very storm to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry climax, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly sticky liquidity all over the floor in forepart of me. Antonio's eyes got as bombastic as dish aerial.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index digit and grazed the top of my head, sending a quiver through my played out cock, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, quondam guy do that. My cousin 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 second base, before hitting bid. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussycat, went to her face, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a fiend coming - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, white jizz all over her expression and whisker. It was one of the most intense matter 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 Duchess of Windsor, which was just about to finish.

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

"It's cool, dude. You can descend 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 plate. The entire walk back, the earth seemed like a unlike shoes. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of onanism, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new supporter, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the amount calendar week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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