Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic fellowship, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember 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 severe and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very unlettered about things like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a misfortunate family, we didn't have internet, or even a estimator, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at nighttime. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded firm, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to regain these textile, 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 hard to build supporter. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of fry, I pretty often kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my window. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the fomite, to head off other kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

No subject 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 grounds - 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 have meant something bad. back, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to narrate everyone my business organisation, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another doubt would chair him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

shit. My programme 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 house and incur out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard time making Friend. 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 block away from me, so I wouldn't get in difficulty with my family line for coming home 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 petty familiar, and I had seen him around schooltime a few prison term 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 precious. He had a slim, sportsmanlike flesh, very athletic and toned for just a boy, plentiful, tan skin, and thick, shaggy night embrown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his cunning little butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing figure to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his menage, 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 bingle key attached. A few to a greater extent seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit 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 rooter, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the bit commercial prison-breaking, 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 episode !"

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

After a few mo of fuzzy and scrambled range, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chairperson with his branch spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her lip, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Lapplander clip, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home and grab 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 pants 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-scale, brown hairless dismissal that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower body and drew aid 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 chamber, his picayune hammer bounce, and succulent brass jiggling with each intemperate step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index fingerbreadth 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 quite a little before me. I could find the stress building in my drawers, my own tiny blooper gaining rigidness with every cam stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream humankind, and without a mo of wavering, dropped my boxershorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy pecker. It was somewhat inadequate, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dabs of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a midget whine of joy from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of unlike fashion, 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 slash. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my petty boner. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reasonableness, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able-bodied to abstract glimpse 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 screenland. Whenever he was off in his own phantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of sight with each apparent movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did young woman, 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 guys - that I might be gay.

During this unanimous time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. 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 sentence 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 body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat magnanimous nipple. I situated myself on the couch adjacent to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread opened, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's hoaxer facet came out, when I least expect it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my entrust boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring 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 repay the favor. Soon we were on the trading floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the answer Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the cause, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two Whitney Young, ruttish male child, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a titty tornado of my own.

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

"That's what you get, bitch !,"I yelled, as we both descended into convulsion 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 time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial character 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 delight was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a debauched ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His ventilation also sped up, and he was biting his miserable lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was set up to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free people from his consistence. He drew in a quick fit of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breather from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each campaign. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a backtalk, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's sass. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist rima oris sucking my fiddling pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his somewhat small facial expression gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that last thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in presence of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as dish.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, old Guy do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have got a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, ensure it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 moment, before hitting play. The man on the CRT screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his putz out of the blond's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster climax - he shot at least 6 thick watercourse of pearly, white jizz all over her face and whisker. It was one of the most intense thing 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 Simpson, which was just about to land up.

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

"It's cool, dude. You can occur 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 paseo back, the human beings seemed like a different plaza. I had learned about the sanctify secret of masturbation, secrets which would stick around with me for the rest of my life sentence. And I had a new friend, a very particular one, in Antonio, who in the coming workweek, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF section ONE

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