Being raised in a rigorous Mexican Catholic family unit, I was raised with a lack of nearly of the canonical sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a fry. I don't think of 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 puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor people family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to bump porn the passee way - through a cartridge holder or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a good deal impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the keep room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much secrecy. I hadn't the slightest melodic theme about how to feel these materials, 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 heavy to constitute friends. I rode the bus abode, but unlike a lot of youngster, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In head of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the backbone of the vehicle, to avoid former Thomas Kid, ignoring yell and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar representative coming from the seat directly in front 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 outbalance 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 understanding - 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. 2d, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably ensue in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him wide, and possibly jump his melodic 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.

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

"Um, where do you inhabit ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard 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 block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for coming home plate 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 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 familiar, and I had seen him around school a few prison term before. But since he was a class 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 eld before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, gaudy flesh, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze peel, and midst, shaggy dark brown tomentum that framed his gorgeous hazel tree eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a hoary army tank top, and his cute small behind was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing frame to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the poor distance from the stop to his mansion, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cattleman keychain with a single key attached. A few more than mo, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C building block to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my heavy delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabelled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a singular episode !"

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

After a few secondment of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an double of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a president with his legs spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her backtalk, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be damage, but at the same sentence, 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 recent 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 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 pants and underwear down in one quick, smooth motility. His 3-and-a-half column inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, brown hairless chemise 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 body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"squat, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his little cock bouncing, and succulent brass jiggling with each operose step.

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

"spotter and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his power finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the pornography on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible mess before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every slash Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my aspiration human race, and without a endorsement of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to deal or take care. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few to a greater extent dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few indorsement were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my torso. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my sassing. I slowly started bucking my rose hip to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of dissimilar ways, but I like this way the sound - 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 accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the tripper didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my trivial boner. I had never felt so nifty in my life, and for some grounds, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his peter, but was capable to sneak coup d'oeil every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the smut vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his shaft sucked by the busty blonde on the silver screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable shaft, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did girls, 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 make fun - that I might be gay.

During this entirely meter, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. I was totally loving the post, 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 room, and this fourth dimension 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 young adonis - sun-kissed peel tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral and abs, adorned by two Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed wooing, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat great mamilla. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable situation - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my right on arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a piece, Antonio's cut-up aspect came out, when I least ask it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally shake up shift of focus from the pleasure 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 refund the favor. Soon we were on the story, rolling around, our corpse, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted stead. I can't help but marvel if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body liaison of two young, corneous boy, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole 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 lubricate up, how to jack off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another arcminute or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his stroke, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. 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 instant, he let out a late grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break destitute from his organic structure. He drew in a quick flare-up of air, before moaning and letting out a slack exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a inviolable 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 joy was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a rima oris, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my hip, his warm, moist sass sucking my piffling pecker ferociously, trying to bring 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 exam thought process, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first of all time in my life. But, I was very storm to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurts of a exculpate, slightly sticky liquid all over the base in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index number finger and grazed the top of my read/write head, sending a tremble through my discharge cock, and played with my fresh boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, Old Guy do that. My full cousin who taught me how to jack off can make a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, crack it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 sec, before hitting gambol. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 duncish flow of pearly, white jizz all over her cheek and hair. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the tape measure, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Sir James Young Simpson, which was just about to finish.

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

"It's cool, dude. 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 dwelling. The entire walk back, the mankind seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my aliveness. And I had a new champion, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

If you guys like this, I'll write more chapters. : )