Being raised in a nonindulgent Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the canonical sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a youngster. I don't retrieve how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was grave and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very unwitting 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 computer, so you had to find erotica the old-fashioned way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at nighttime. Both were pretty often impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the support room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a good deal privateness. I hadn't the slightest melodic theme about how to find these materials, and in all honestness, didn't really receive the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to pretend friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of fry, I pretty a great deal kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In item of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid former Thomas Kid, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method acting 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 outweigh mine, I relented, and my centre 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 kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. moment, I thought that my response, either way, would probably leave 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 derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

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

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

"Um, where do you hold out ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really heavily time making friends. 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 trouble with my family for climax home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his office and find out how to do it.

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

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose division are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a slight familiar, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made horse sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was class 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 figure, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, rich people, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy-haired shadow brownness hairsbreadth that framed his gorgeous hazelnut center. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a Gy cooler top, and his cute picayune fundament was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing contour to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short-circuit distance from the full point to his mansion, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few endorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowherd keychain with a 1 key attached. A few More seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C whole to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my groovy delectation. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minute of it together. After the moment commercial break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled tape measure. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an persona of a naked man and adult female flashed across the screen. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a chairwoman with his legs spread open, and the char 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 time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come dwelling house and get us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really recently 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 underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, Brown hairless paper bag that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew aid to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his trunk 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 little 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.

"spotter 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 sight before me. I could palpate the tension building in my bloomers, my own bantam boner gaining rigidity with every fortuity Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream creation, and without a sec of hesitation, dropped my underdrawers, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy tool. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 in, and also rough, but Antonio didn't seem to worry or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few s were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my sassing. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythm.

"You can do it long ton of different way of life, but I like this way the easily - 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 tripper didn't last-place long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so cracking in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the erotica vid, and closing his eye, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the curvaceous blonde on the covert. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did daughter, 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 whole clip, we were jacking off and standing right succeeding to each early. I was totally loving the site, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

"Hey, do you always do this standing up ?"

"Haha, nope - handle on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his elbow room, and this clip came back with a few towels - he placed them on the sofa, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral muscle and abs, adorned by two Brown University, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sorting of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat magnanimous nipples. I situated myself on the sofa side by side to him, and found a comfortable stead - reclining on the lounge, my thighs spread undecided, and my right wing arm drawn across my tummy, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's tricker scene came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my bequeath boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring teddy 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 party favor. Soon we were on the storey, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned shaft occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't assistance but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the vitrine, I was on mottle nine, savoring the body contact of two young, horny 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 paroxysm of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my offset coming - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part of the deterrent example 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 secern Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the calendar method of his strokes, making a dissipated ‘ fap'sound each time his decoration hit his bare pubic area. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was prepare to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a mystifying grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break absolve from his organic structure. He drew in a spry burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the exercising weight of such a impregnable 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 pleasure was building so rapidly with each apparent movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's backtalk. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic girdle, his warm, moist mouth sucking my piffling pecker ferociously, trying to institute me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that final view, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first time in my animation. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three jet of a sack, slightly muggy liquid all over the floor in strawman of me. Antonio's eye got as great as disk.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index digit and grazed the top of my headspring, sending a chill through my exhausted prick, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, older guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can suffer a wet cum, but he's 15. calculate, insure it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting gambol. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's puss, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster sexual climax - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, White person jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense affair 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 Simpsons, 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 poise, dude. You can number 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 cosmos seemed like a different place. I had learned about the sacred mystery of masturbation, arcanum which would continue with me for the rest of my life history. And I had a new protagonist, a very especial one, in Antonio, who in the coming hebdomad, would be my pardner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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