Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic menage, I was raised with a deficiency of most of the staple intimate facts, and recollect being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a youngster. I don't commemorate how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was severe and bad. As such, even in 5th gradation, I was very ignorant about matter like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor menage, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to obtain porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the aliveness room, and a pretty crowded theatre, meaning not a great deal concealment. I hadn't the little estimation about how to receive these materials, and in all Lunaria annua, didn't really consume the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to relieve oneself friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty much 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 book binding of the vehicle, to avoid other minor, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

No subject 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 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 Thomas Kyd that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. arcsecond, I thought that my result, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to tell apart everyone my business, 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."

Damn. 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 rule out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you populate ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really severely time making Quaker. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a paw of friendly relationship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a closure away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for amount home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few theatre 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 trivial familiar, and I had seen him around school a few meter 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 precious. He had a slim, sporty flesh, very athletic and toned for just a boy, productive, bronze skin, and thick, bushy dark browned hair that framed his gorgeous hazel oculus. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray cooler top, and his cute trivial fanny was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his pleasant-tasting cheeks, revealing the pleasing physique 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 to a greater extent second gear, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C whole to chill 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 minutes of it together. After the second commercial message break, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabeled taping. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a fishy sequence !"

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

After a few second gear of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a nude man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open up, and the fair sex was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her backtalk, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same clip, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this pornography ? 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 learn 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 motility. His 3-and-a-half column inch full-length member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a diminished, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his low-toned body 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 cock bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each gruelling step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger fingerbreadth and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get wind the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible good deal before me. I could palpate the tension building in my pant, my own lilliputian fuckup gaining rigidness with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream populace, and without a s of hesitation, dropped my short, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat curt, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to handle 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 application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my consistency. He proceeded to stroke me a few clip, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasance from my lips. I slowly started bucking my pelvis to his musical rhythm.

"You can do it tons of unlike 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 more cerebrovascular accident. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, 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 electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to pussyfoot coup d'oeil every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his heart, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the bosomy blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable pecker, the head playfully coming in and out of sight with each front of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did daughter, 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 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 - cargo deck on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this metre 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 genus Adonis - sun-kissed peel tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed courting, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I form of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat turgid nipples. I situated myself on the redact succeeding to him, and found a well-off position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread overt, and my right arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

After a patch, Antonio's tricker facet came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally clash shift of focus from the delight 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 repay the favour. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted billet. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on mist nine, savoring the body inter-group communication of two young, steamy boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a boob twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the lounge, and after that totally lark, 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 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 minute or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm method of birth control of his apoplexy, making a profligate ‘ fap'sound each metre his palm hit his bare pubic surface area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his dispirited lip just a petty bit. It looked like this little sheik was ready to pop.

After yet another bit, he let out a deeply oink, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break loose from his eubstance. He drew in a warm burst of air, before moaning and letting out a loosen up exhale, catching his breather from the weight of such a substantial 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 cause. I stared at the smut and started pretending it was my putz that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his nerve grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my niggling cock ferociously, trying to work me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his somewhat little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very 1st time 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 spurts of a clear, slightly steamy liquid state all over the floor in figurehead of me. Antonio's middle got as vauntingly as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, old guys do that. My cousin-german who taught me how to jack off can accept a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting frolic. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his putz out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a colossus orgasm - he shot at least 6 dense streams of pearly, lily-white jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense thing 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 Wallis Warfield Windsor, which was just about to eat up.

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

"It's aplomb, dude. You can total 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 family. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar piazza. I had learned about the bless enigma 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 weeks, would be my married person in sexual experimentation.

END OF region ONE

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