Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic sept, I was raised with a want of most of the introductory intimate facts, and think back being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't think 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 matter like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a pitiful family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to recover porno the old-fashioned way - through a cartridge or on Cinemax late at dark. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the life room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a good deal concealment. I hadn't the slim thought about how to find these cloth, and in all honesty, didn't really throw the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to make friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of child, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In peak of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the vertebral column of the vehicle, to avoid former kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar vocalism coming from the hindquarters directly in battlefront of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No thing 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 oculus met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to disgorge a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two cause - 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. endorsement, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to say everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another interrogation 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."

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 turn back by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really severely sentence making Friend. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a manus of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a stoppage away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for coming nursing home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his office and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few sign of the zodiac 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 multiplication before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made horse 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 precious. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, ample, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy shadow brownness hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a hoary cooler top, and his cute lilliputian butt was accentuated by the blue sky nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious buttock, 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 pocket 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 us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the indorse commercial breakage, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny instalment !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled mental image, an image of a naked man and char flashed across the screenland. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a death chair with his leg spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be legal injury, but at the Same time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this pornography ? What if your mom or dad come dwelling and pick up us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My first 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 question. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a lowly, 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 attention 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.

"tinker's dam, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little putz bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each toilsome step.

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

"watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could try the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable view before me. I could feel the latent hostility building in my bloomers, my own tiny pratfall gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my ambition world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my drawers, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy cock. It was somewhat unforesightful, only about 2 inches, and also full-length, 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 application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard turncock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his regular recurrence.

"You can do it slews of different shipway, but I like this way the estimable - 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 stroke. Tragic, really - for those few cam stroke, I was in heaven.

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

But the slip didn't in conclusion long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my niggling foul-up. I had never felt so expectant in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get catch up with staring at his prick, but was able to slip glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his oculus, as if he was imagining getting his gumshoe sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own illusion, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely rooster, the head playfully coming in and out of perspective with each drift of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did girlfriend, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

During this whole clock time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. I was totally loving the state of affairs, 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 Whitney Young Adonis - sun-kissed tegument tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sorting of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat turgid pap. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable location - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread undecided, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least expected it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring slip of focus from the pleasure in my phallus to the pain in the ass 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 retort the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our remains, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't assistant but inquire if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the display case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the consistency contact of two young, horny boy, riding this second out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a boob 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 sofa, and after that whole risky venture, 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 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 instant or so, I could differentiate Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his CVA, making a tight ‘ fap'sound each time his medal hit his bare pubic arena. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a fiddling bit. It looked like this little dandy was make to pop.

After yet another min, he let out a recondite grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to discover justify 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 unit of such a strong dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. 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 mouth. I fantasized about seeing his grimace grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my footling shaft ferociously, trying to lend me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty minuscule face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that net intellection, I sent myself over the sharpness and came for the very first fourth dimension in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a straighten out, slightly muggy liquid all over the flooring in front of me. Antonio's eye got as large as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, sure-enough cat do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. appear, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 endorsement, before hitting play. The man on the cover started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's snatch, went to her fount, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, White person jizz all over her face and tomentum. It was one of the most acute affair I had ever seen.

Since our 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 hassle with my parents."

"It's cool, gallant. You can number 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 household. The total walk back, the world seemed like a unlike plaza. I had learned about the sanctify secret of masturbation, enigma which would abide with me for the rest of my sprightliness. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming week, would be my partner in sexual experiment.

END OF component part ONE

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