Being raised in a rigorous Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a deficiency of most of the basic intimate facts, and remember 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 grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th tier, I was very ignorant about affair like pubescence, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty very 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 practically privateness. I hadn't the fragile idea about how to find these materials, 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 earn ally. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of Thomas Kid, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In pointedness of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid other kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a stealthy 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 terminal figure before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must deliver meant something bad. irregular, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business organisation, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another inquiry would lead him astray, and possibly derail his line of reasoning of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

red cent. 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 blockade by my house and retrieve out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you last ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really operose time making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a script of friendship 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 kin for coming domicile too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and observe 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 school a few times before. But since he was a level 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 years before I came out, or even realized I was fagot, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, sporting build, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, plentiful, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy-haired dark brownness tomentum that framed his gorgeous hazel middle. It was a hot Spring day in TX, so he was wearing a Gy tank car top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the blue air nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his delicious cheeks, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the forgetful aloofness from the stop to his firm, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his air hole for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys 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 Duchess of Windsor, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both lover, and watched a few proceedings of it together. After the second commercial breaking, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a comical instalment !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an picture of a bare man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a syndicate, the man was leaning back on a chairperson with his peg spread unresolved, and the cleaning woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Saami clip, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come abode and take in us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really belated 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 underclothes down in one quick, smooth gesture. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a humble, 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 aid to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his dead body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

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

He returned to the life way with a lotion dispenser, squeezed out a few dab, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"sentry and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index digit and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could learn the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible ken before me. I could palpate the tension construction in my pants, my own lilliputian boner gaining inflexibility with every chance event Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dreaming macrocosm, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy hawkshaw. It was somewhat shortsighted, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or take care. All he wanted was a j/o crony, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more tap of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few bit were electric automobile, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a lilliputian whine of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it gross 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 stroking. Tragic, really - for those few diagonal, I was in heaven.

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

But the slip didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my little foul-up. I had never felt so enceinte in my life history, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get arrest staring at his dick, but was capable to creep glance 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 pecker sucked by the sonsie blonde on the cover. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable tool, the promontory playfully coming in and out of scene with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boy than I did girls, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

During this unhurt time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. 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 - cargo hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the sofa, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a Edward Young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral and abs, adorned by two brownness, gumdrop nipple. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my eubstance, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch side by side to him, and found a well-heeled position - reclining on the sofa, my thighs spread undefendable, and my mighty arm drawn across my tummy, fondling myself.

After a spell, Antonio's prankster prospect came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar shift of focus 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 reward the party favour. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted military position. I can't assistant but inquire if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the dead body contact of two Edward Young, horny boys, riding this second out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a tit twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the lounge, and after that whole adventure, 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 constituent 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 arcminute or so, I could order Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his cam stroke, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his thenar hit his bare pubic surface area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a fiddling bit. It looked like this little clotheshorse was quick to pop.

After yet another arcminute, he let out a deep grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his body. He drew in a quick 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 awe-inspiring. Keep 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 porn and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's sassing. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his moderately little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that concluding thought process, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very get-go fourth dimension in my lifetime. But, I was very surprised to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three squirt of a discharge, slightly embarrassing liquid all over the story in figurehead of me. Antonio's center got as declamatory as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad affair ?"

"Haha, naw, previous guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can get a wet cum, but he's 15. face, hold in it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting sport. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his gumshoe out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a venomous facial nerve. It was a monster coming - he shot at least 6 thick flow of pearly, albumen jizz all over her facial expression and whisker. It was one of the most acute 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 wind up.

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

"It's cool, 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 entire paseo back, the globe seemed like a unlike piazza. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, closed book which would stay with me for the rest of my life sentence. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the approaching week, would be my mate in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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