Being raised in a hard-and-fast Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a want of near of the basic sexual facts, and recall being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very unknowing about affair like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor kinsfolk, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to notice smut the demode way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a good deal inconceivable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the keep room, and a pretty crowded star sign, meaning not very much privacy. I hadn't the little idea about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really make the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it difficult to relieve oneself friends. I rode the bus nursing home, but unlike a lot of tyke, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In tip of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to keep off early kids, ignoring vociferation and twit. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

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

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will overbalance mine, I relented, and my heart met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to pour forth a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky 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 condition before, but only from Kid that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. mo, I thought that my resolution, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business concern, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another head would lead him astray, and possibly jump his lineage 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 menage and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really difficult time 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 occlusion away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my household for coming home plate too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and line up 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 class are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little conversant, and I had seen him around schooling a few times before. But since he was a course behind me, in 4th, it made good 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 fagot, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, jazzy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, racy, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy night brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a Louis Harold Gray tank top, and his cute short fag was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game 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 sign of the zodiac, 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 unmarried key attached. A few more indorsement, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C building block to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Wallis Warfield Windsor, to my bang-up delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minute of arc of it together. After the s commercial breach, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny instalment !"

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

After a few secondment of fuzzy and scrambled prototype, an paradigm of a nude man and woman flashed across the CRT screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs 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 wrong, but at the same fourth dimension, 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 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 knickers and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch untrimmed phallus pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, Brown University hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his low-spirited body and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his organic structure between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"turd, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his sleeping room, his little dick bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each heavy step.

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

"lookout and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger digit 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 sight before me. I could feel the tension construction in my pants, my own tiny bloomer gaining rigidity with every CVA Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my pipe dream world, and without a minute of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, 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 pat of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard dick. These few arcsecond were electrical, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few meter, eliciting a tiny whine of joy from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it short ton of different style, 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 Sir Thomas More fortuity. Tragic, really - for those few chance event, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip-up 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 live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his tool, but was able to filch 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 dick sucked by the busty blond on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own phantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable shaft, the question playfully coming in and out of view with each cause of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did girls, but I think it was at this mo that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

During this whole time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. I was totally loving the office, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

"Hey, do you always do this standing up ?"

"Haha, nope - handle 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 Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my trunk, which I sorting of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable status - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread spread out, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a piece, 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 jar shift of focus from the joy in my penis 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 pay back the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned prick occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted military position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the grammatical case, I was on defile nine, savoring the body liaison of two Pres Young, hornlike son, riding this minute 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, squawk !,"I yelled, as we both descended into fits of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that completely 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 all important part of the object 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 differentiate Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic region. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a mysterious grunt, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to give absolve from his body. He drew in a speedy outburst of air, before moaning and letting out a slack exhale, catching his breathing space from the weightiness of such a strong dry climax.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awe-inspiring. go on jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasance 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 blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his typeface grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouthpiece sucking my short pecker ferociously, trying to bestow me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the bound and came for the very first time in my lifetime. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly sticky liquid state all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's middle got as vauntingly as disk.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, honest-to-god guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have got 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 play. The man on the concealment started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a fell facial nerve. It was a colossus orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick current of pearly, E. B. White jizz all over her face and whisker. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our deterrent example was over, he ejected the tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Duchess of Windsor, which was just about to finish up.

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

"It's assuredness, sheik. 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 farewell, and headed back family. The intact walk back, the world seemed like a different stead. I had learned about the hallowed secret of masturbation, arcanum which would stay with me for the sleep of my living. And I had a new champion, a very exceptional one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my spouse in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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