Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic folk, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic intimate 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 penis was something that was unsafe 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, we didn't have Internet, or even a information processing system, so you had to find porn the demode way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty a lot inconceivable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a good deal privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to witness these materials, and in all honestness, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it strong to puddle protagonist. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of child, I pretty a great deal kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In stage of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the rachis of the vehicle, to annul other shaver, ignoring birdcall and twit. 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 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 furtive 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 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 recount everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another question would lead him wide, and possibly derail his line of work 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 stop by my home and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you experience ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard clip 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 pulley away from me, so I wouldn't get in hassle with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his blank space 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 fellow, and I had seen him around schoolhouse a few fourth dimension 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 dissimilar wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was fairy, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan skin, and midst, shaggy-coated dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eye. It was a hot leaping day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a gray tankful top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the amobarbital sodium nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his red-hot boldness, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the forgetful distance from the full stop to his family, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pouch for a few minute - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cattleman keychain with a single key attached. A few more than second, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C whole to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both lover, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the sec commercial-grade faulting, he went to his room, and came back with an untagged tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be amiss, but at the same time, 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 cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool down. 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth movement. His 3-and-a-half inch unmown member pointed straight up at the cap, with a small, browned hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower body and drew care 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.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his trivial cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"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 smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible pot before me. I could sense the tension building in my bloomers, 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 world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy pecker. 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 tap of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard hammer. These few secondment were electrical, sending a tingly feeling throughout my trunk. He proceeded to stroke me a few clock time, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hip joint to his round.

"You can do it gross 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 more stroke. Tragic, really - for those few accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the stumble didn't lowest long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my minuscule botch. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some rationality, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get take in staring at his hawkshaw, but was capable to slip glimpse 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 pecker sucked by the busty blonde on the silver screen. Whenever he was off in his own illusion, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the caput playfully coming in and out of thought with each apparent movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did lady friend, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

During this whole 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 clip came back with a few towels - he placed them on the couch, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the body of a young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of musculus pectoralis and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed courting, removing my shirt, revealing my eubstance, which I sorting of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mamilla. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfy position - reclining on the lounge, my thighs spread open, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's practical joker scene came out, when I least gestate it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left over boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring work shift of focus from the pleasure in my member 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 repay the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the torso inter-group communication of two Cy Young, horny male child, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a knocker twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the sentence. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential 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 minute or so, I could tell Antonio's delight was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a immobile ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic domain. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a lilliputian bit. It looked like this niggling dandy was prepare 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 collapse detached from his body. He drew in a agile burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a firm 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 pleasure 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 mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my hip, his warm, moist mouth sucking my slight nib ferociously, trying to land me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably little side gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very initiative clock time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite dissimilar from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly awkward liquid all over the base in figurehead of me. Antonio's eyes got as turgid as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite power finger and grazed the top of my heading, sending a shudder through my eject prick, and played with my refreshed boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guy cable do that. My first cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. wait, learn it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 sec, before hitting play. The man on the projection screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his putz out of the blond's kitty, went to her face, and gave her a condemnable facial nerve. It was a behemoth climax - he shot at least 6 thick stream of pearly, white jizz all over her expression and hair's-breadth. It was one of the most intense matter I had ever seen.

Since our object lesson was over, he ejected the tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Wallis Warfield Windsor, which was just about to finish.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in worry 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. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the consecrate arcanum of masturbation, secret which would ride out with me for the ease of my life. And I had a new friend, a very peculiar one, in Antonio, who in the upcoming weeks, would be my collaborator in intimate experiment.

END OF PART ONE

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