Being raised in a stern Mexican Catholic fellowship, I was raised with a lack of most of the staple sexual facts, and remember 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 phallus was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th degree, I was very ignorant about matter like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor category, we didn't have Internet, or even a calculator, so you had to find porn the demode way - through a cartridge or on Cinemax late at nighttime. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the animation room, and a pretty crowded household, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the flimsy thought about how to find these textile, and in all money plant, didn't really have got the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it arduous to prepare 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 point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to ward off other Kyd, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice 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 preponderate mine, I relented, and my eyes 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 ground - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from kid that I really didn't like, and thought it must consume meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to separate everyone my business sector, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would go him astray, and possibly derail his melodic 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.

"wellspring, do you wan na finish by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you experience ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really punishing sentence making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn't get in worry with my phratry for advent home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and retrieve 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 form are you in ?"

"I'm in Mrs. Koenig's class."

Antonio looked a little intimate, and I had seen him around school a few prison term before. But since he was a tier behind me, in 4th, it made sentience 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 fag, but even back then, I thought he was really precious. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and midst, shaggy dark brown whisker that framed his gorgeous hazelnut centre. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his precious little can was accentuated by the blueing nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious nerve, revealing the pleasing physical body to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short length from the check to his star sign, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few second - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowboy keychain with a single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C whole to cool off us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delectation. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial message breakout, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabeled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a comic installment !"

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

After a few minute of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an simulacrum of a naked man and cleaning lady flashed across the filmdom. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his ramification spread open, and the charwoman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her back talk, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Lapplander clock time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really previous tonight. My full 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 trouser and underwear down in one quick, smooth movement. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length penis pointed straight up at the roof, with a diminished, brownness hairless release that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew care 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 lilliputian cock bouncing, and lush nerve 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 index finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible stack before me. I could feel the tautness construction in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every separatrix Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my ambition globe, and without a second of vacillation, dropped my shortstop, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy shaft. It was somewhat brusque, only about 2 in, and also rough, but Antonio didn't seem to care or listen. All he wanted was a j/o crony, 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 second were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my organic structure. He proceeded to stroke me a few clip, eliciting a lilliputian whimper of delight from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my pelvis to his rhythm.

"You can do it tons of dissimilar 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 to a greater extent fortuity. 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 botch. I had never felt so great in my lifespan, and for some reasonableness, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get catch staring at his peter, but was capable to sneak glance every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his gumshoe sucked by the curvy blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own phantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of panorama with each drive of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did girls, but I think it was at this minute that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to make fun - that I might be gay.

During this whole time, we were jacking off and standing right succeeding 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 - detention on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this clock 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 genus Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two John Brown, gumdrop pap. I followed cause, removing my shirt, revealing my eubstance, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger pap. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable stance - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread heart-to-heart, and my ripe arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

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

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my depart boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the delight in my member 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 retort the favour. Soon we were on the storey, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted location. I can't avail but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on obnubilate nine, savoring the physical structure contact of two new, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a titty cruller 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 lounge, and after that unhurt escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my showtime orgasm - though I didn't know it at the sentence. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial contribution of the lesson that Antonio left out was what happens at the end - what happens when you cum. He showed me how to lubricate up, how to jack off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another moment or so, I could separate Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the round of his strokes, making a firm ‘ fap'sound each fourth dimension his palm hit his bare pubic region. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower berth lip just a petty bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to soften free from his body. He drew in a straightaway fit of air, before moaning and letting out a slack exhale, catching his breathing space from the free weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. keep open jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the delight was building so rapidly with each social movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my hawkshaw that was being teased in a backtalk, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his look grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my trivial pecker ferociously, trying to convey me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty picayune nerve gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life-time.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first meter in my life. But, I was very surprise to see that my sexual climax was quite dissimilar from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly viscous liquid all over the storey in figurehead of me. Antonio's eyes got as turgid 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 exhausted cock, and played with my sassy boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second base, before hitting manoeuvre. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his peter out of the blonde's pussy, went to her nerve, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, whiten jizz all over her expression and whisker. It was one of the most acute things 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 terminate.

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

"It's cool, dude. You can get 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 integral walk back, the world seemed like a unlike stead. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of onanism, secrets which would ride out with me for the rest of my living. And I had a new ally, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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