Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was grievous 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 family unit, we didn't have Internet, or even a reckoner, so you had to come up porno the demode way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much unsufferable, 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 idea about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really suffer the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to hold booster. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of small fry, I pretty a good deal 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 spinal column of the vehicle, to nullify other kids, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat directly in forepart 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 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 reasons - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from fry that I really didn't like, and thought it must feature meant something bad. Second, I thought that my solution, either way, would probably result 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 astray, and possibly jump his line of credit 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 break off by my planetary house and encounter out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really punishing sentence making protagonist. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a handwriting of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a city block away from me, so I wouldn't get in problem with my family for come up home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his berth and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few business firm away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose family are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a petty conversant, and I had seen him around school a few multiplication before. But since he was a grade 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 cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very acrobatic and toned for just a boy, rich people, bronze tegument, and thick, shaggy-coated dark Robert Brown hair's-breadth that framed his gorgeous hazel tree centre. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his cute trivial butt was accentuated by the blue sky nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his toothsome cheeks, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the brusque 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 puncher keychain with a single key attached. A few to a greater extent bit, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C unit of measurement to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my neat delight. As it happened, we were both devotee, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the s commercial-grade breakage, he went to his room, 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 arcsecond of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a naked man and char flashed across the screen. They were by a syndicate, the man was leaning back on a chair with his ramification spread assailable, and the fair sex was sticking his HUGE penis inside her lip, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be awry, 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 hitch 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 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 motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless sac that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his down in the mouth 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.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his sleeping room, his minuscule peter bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index number digit and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could pick up the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable batch before me. I could feel the tension building in my trouser, my own tiny boner gaining rigidness with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream human race, and without a second of faltering, dropped my underdrawers, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat unretentive, only about 2 inches, and also untrimmed, but Antonio didn't seem to deal or bear in mind. All he wanted was a j/o crony, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dab of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few sec were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my torso. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a bantam whimper of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his round.

"You can do it short ton of different slipway, 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 strokes. 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 electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my little fuckup. I had never felt so bang-up in my life sentence, and for some reason, it seemed even red-hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to snarf 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 blonde on the screen door. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his endearing tool, the head playfully coming in and out of scene with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did miss, but I think it was at this import that I knew there was something VERY dissimilar about me - that I might actually be attracted to jest at - that I might be gay.

During this unanimous 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 - hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this 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 brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my consistency, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat declamatory nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a well-off position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my right arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's practical joker facial expression came out, when I least bear it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the delight in my member to the painful sensation 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 party favor. Soon we were on the flooring, rolling around, our cadaver, lotioned peter occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted perspective. I can't help but marvel if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the caseful, I was on haze over nine, savoring the eubstance contact of two untested, horny son, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole dangerous undertaking, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first coming - though I didn't know it at the meter. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial constituent 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 joy was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a quick ‘ 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 minute, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his body. He drew in a quick salvo of air, before moaning and letting out a unlax exhale, catching his breath from the free weight of such a substantial dry climax.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the pornography and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a lip, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his fount grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouthpiece sucking my footling pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his middling piffling face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final sentiment, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first clip in my life story. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a make, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as disk.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicant fingerbreadth and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my played out turncock, and played with my fresh boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, honest-to-god cat do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can give 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 screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his cock out of the blonde's puss, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster coming - he shot at least 6 heavyset streams of pearly, albumen jizz all over her expression and hair. It was one of the most intense matter 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 Simpson, which was just about to end.

"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 word of farewell, and headed back dwelling house. The integral walk back, the human beings seemed like a different shoes. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of onanism, secrets which would stay with me for the quietus of my life-time. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the fall workweek, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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