Being raised in a stern Mexican Catholic house, I was raised with a lack of about of the basic intimate facts, and retrieve 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 penis was something that was severe and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very nescient about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a misfortunate family, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to rule porn the old-fashioned way - through a powder magazine or on Cinemax late at dark. Both were pretty much unimaginable, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded sign of the zodiac, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the fragile idea about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really experience the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to wee-wee friends. I rode the bus home base, but unlike a lot of nipper, I pretty a lot kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In decimal point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid former kids, ignoring Call and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar interpreter coming from the stern 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 outweigh mine, I relented, and my oculus met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to spill a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a underhand near-whisper.

I was scared for two reason - 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 have meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, 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 to the lowest degree, asking another question would contribute him astray, and possibly derail his strain of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

Damn. My architectural plan backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

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

"Um, where do you last ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really heavy meter 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 trouble with my family for approach home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and incur out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few mansion away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose category are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a piddling familiar, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made signified 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, flashy bod, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich people, bronzy skin, and midst, shaggy darkness brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot give day in Texas, so he was wearing a greyish tank top, and his cute piddling butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his luscious nerve, revealing the pleasing frame to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the shortstop space 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 Cowboys keychain with a 1 key attached. A few more instant, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C whole to cool down us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the 2d commercial-grade break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an image of a au naturel man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his branch spread heart-to-heart, and the charwoman 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 meter, 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 previous tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really nerveless. 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 pants and underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half column inch untrimmed penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a humble, brownness hairless sack that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his scurvy 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.

"tinker's damn, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his sleeping room, his little pecker bounce, and succulent nerve jiggling with each hard step.

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

"sentinel and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index 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 vision before me. I could find the tension building in my pants, my own tiny flub gaining inflexibility with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream creation, and without a secondment of faltering, dropped my boxershorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to manage or heed. All he wanted was a j/o pal, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more splatter of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric car, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a flyspeck whimper of delight from my lip. I slowly started bucking my pelvis to his rhythms.

"You can do it heaps of unlike ways, but I like this way the dependable - 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 chance event. 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 survive long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little fuckup. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some understanding, it seemed even red-hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get trance staring at his dick, but was able to cabbage coup d'oeil every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the erotica vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his hawkshaw sucked by the busty blonde on the sieve. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely cock, the heading playfully coming in and out of view with each social movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boy 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 ridicule - that I might be gay.

During this whole clip, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. I was totally loving the billet, 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 meter came back with a few towels - he placed them on the couch, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a untried Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral and abs, adorned by two Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my torso, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger teat. I situated myself on the lounge next to him, and found a comfy place - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster face came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my forget boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of stress 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 retort the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our corpse, lotioned pecker occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted positioning. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the suit, I was on befog nine, savoring the body contact of two youth, turned on boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole lark, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first climax - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part of the example 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 recount Antonio's joy was intensifying. He sped up the cycle of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each sentence his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a slight bit. It looked like this piddling dude was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a thick oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break devoid from his body. He drew in a quick fit of air, before moaning and letting out a slack up exhale, catching his breath from the weighting of such a substantial dry climax.

"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 pleasance was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porn and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's rima oris. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my hip, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to land me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his somewhat little look gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very beginning sentence in my life. 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 pasty liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shudder through my run down shaft, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, aged guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. seem, train it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 secondment, before hitting play. The man on the concealment started grunting vigorously, pulled his shaft out of the blonde's pussy, went to her typeface, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a giant orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, white jizz all over her face and pilus. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

Since our example was over, he ejected the mag tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Mrs. Simpson, 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 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 home plate. The stallion walk back, the world seemed like a different seat. I had learned about the sacred mystery of masturbation, secrets which would stick around with me for the residual of my life. And I had a new booster, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming calendar week, would be my mate in sexual experimentation.

END OF division ONE

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