Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic kinfolk, I was raised with a want of most of the canonical sexual facts, and call back being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my phallus was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like pubescence, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a short family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to incur porn the demode way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty very much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the life room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much seclusion. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to find these fabric, 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 knockout to work 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 window. In spot of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the book binding of the vehicle, to ward off other kids, ignoring calls and taunts. One day, this method acting failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat directly in forepart 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 outweigh mine, I relented, and my optic met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to splatter 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 kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must birth meant something bad. indorse, I thought that my solvent, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to enjoin everyone my business sector, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another question would lead him wide, and possibly derail his agate line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

shit. 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 home and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really laborious time making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hired man of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn't get in difficulty with my fellowship for derive home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his blank space and notice out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few household 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 small fellow, and I had seen him around school a few fourth dimension 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 unlike wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was pansy, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, sporty material body, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan skin, and thick, shaggy dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot bounce day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a Gray tank top, and his cute little cigaret was accentuated by the Amytal nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his pleasant-tasting cheek, revealing the pleasing form to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his mansion, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few endorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more second gear, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my capital pleasure. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the 2nd commercial message breaking, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny sequence !"

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

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

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really of 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 instruct 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 knickers and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a minuscule, brown hairless poke that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his down in the mouth 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.

"tinker's dam, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his small prick bouncing, and succulent face jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his indicator finger and ovolo, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could learn the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own petite boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream humanity, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my short circuit, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat little, only about 2 inches, and also rough, but Antonio didn't seem to care or listen. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, 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 putz. These few moment were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few fourth dimension, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasance from my lip. I slowly started bucking my articulatio coxae to his calendar method.

"You can do it tons of unlike ways, but I like this way the expert - 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 apoplexy, 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 bungle. I had never felt so great in my life history, and for some grounds, it seemed even hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get view staring at his pecker, but was able to sneak coup d'oeil 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 pecker sucked by the busty blonde on the covert. Whenever he was off in his own phantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his endearing cock, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each trend of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did miss, but I think it was at this present 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 all clock time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. 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 - clench on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his 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 Pres Young Adonis - sun-kissed peel tautly drawn over a boyish-set of musculus pectoralis and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed causa, 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 comfortable emplacement - reclining on the sofa, my second joint spread unfold, and my powerful arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my pass on boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shimmy of focus from the delight in my phallus 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 favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned turncock occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't helper but wonder if this is exactly the reply Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two young, horny son, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a tit twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that all escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my for the first time climax - though I didn't know it at the fourth dimension. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all-important 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 rhythm of his strokes, making a debauched ‘ fap'sound each clip his palm hit his bare pubic surface area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little fop was fix to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a trench oink, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his torso. He drew in a flying burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breathing space from the weight of such a solid dry coming.

"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 move. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my minuscule pecker ferociously, trying to wreak me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his jolly trivial cheek gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifespan.

With that net thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first time in my animation. 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 squirt of a clear, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as disc.

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

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second base, before hitting play. The man on the silver screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his gumshoe out of the blonde's cunt, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 duncical streams of pearly, White jizz all over her face and whisker. It was one of the most vivid 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 Mrs. Simpson, which was just about to stop.

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

"It's cool, sheik. 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 house. The entire paseo back, the human beings seemed like a different office. I had learned about the hallowed mystery of masturbation, enigma 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 workweek, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF part ONE

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