Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and think of being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was serious and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very illiterate about affair like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to notice erotica the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a great deal insufferable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the bread and butter elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privateness. I hadn't the slight idea about how to encounter these materials, and in all money plant, 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 create friends. 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 windowpane. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the rear of the vehicle, to avert other kids, ignoring birdsong and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will outweighed 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 sneak 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 Thomas Kid that I really didn't like, and thought it must ingest meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably ensue in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another interrogative sentence 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."

darn. 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 stop by my house and happen out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you experience ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard clip making Quaker. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand 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 problem with my fellowship for coming home base too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his shoes and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few family 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 footling conversant, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a grad 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 acrobatic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and midst, shaggy-haired darkness Brown University hair that framed his gorgeous hazel center. It was a hot outflow day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his precious little butt was accentuated by the blue devil nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious brass, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short space from the plosive to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his air pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few More endorsement, 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 Simpsons, to my swell delight. As it happened, we were both lover, and watched a few hour of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a good story sequence !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled look-alike, an image of a naked man and cleaning woman flashed across the screen door. They were by a puddle, the man was leaning back on a chairwoman with his legs spread open, and the adult female 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 time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really lately tonight. My cousin-german recorded this for me - he's really assuredness. 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 penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a pocket-size, embrown 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.

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

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his indicator digit and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get a line the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could find the tension construction in my bloomers, my own flyspeck bungle gaining rigidness with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a instant of disinclination, dropped my boxershorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy prick. It was somewhat brusque, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few More splash of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few fourth dimension, eliciting a lilliputian whimper of delight from my brim. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different ways, but I like this way the intimately - 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 throw, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my niggling boner. I had never felt so slap-up in my life, and for some reasonableness, it seemed even raging that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get captivate staring at his dick, 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 putz sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable peter, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each apparent movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did missy, but I think it was at this mo that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to rib - that I might be gay.

During this whole time, we were jacking off and standing right next 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 - hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his elbow 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 peel tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brownness, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipple. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a easy position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread open, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my odd boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar displacement of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the botheration 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 level, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned putz occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted emplacement. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body touch of two immature, steamy boys, riding this instant out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable 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 fit of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that solid escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential part of the deterrent example that Antonio left out was what happens at the end - what happens when you cum. He showed me how to lubricate up, how to jacklight off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his cam stroke, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his decoration hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a trivial bit. It looked like this slight dude was prepare to pop.

After yet another minute of arc, he let out a deep grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to give out disembarrass from his body. He drew in a promptly burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weighting of such a impregnable dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awful. continue 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 porno and started pretending it was my peter that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's rima oris. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little woodpecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably little face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life.

With that final opinion, I sent myself over the bound and came for the very inaugural sentence in my living. But, I was very storm to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a solve, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in straw man of me. Antonio's eyes got as turgid as disk.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger and grazed the top of my top dog, sending a shake through my wipe out cock, and played with my sassy boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, retard it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second base, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blond's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a teras orgasm - he shot at least 6 duncish current of pearly, white jizz all over her aspect and haircloth. It was one of the most acute things 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 Simpsons, 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 come back whenever you want - my mom's out a lot, and it's just her and me here."

With that, I gave my parting, and headed back home. The total manner of walking back, the world seemed like a unlike place. I had learned about the consecrate mystery of masturbation, mystery which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming week, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF role ONE

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