Being raised in a nonindulgent Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a deficiency of well-nigh of the introductory 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 penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grad, I was very ignorant about matter like puberty, sex, and onanism. 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 see porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much out of the question, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the support room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a great deal privacy. I hadn't the slight idea about how to ascertain these materials, and in all Lunaria annua, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it operose to make ally. I rode the bus home plate, but unlike a lot of Thomas Kyd, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In compass point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to ward off former nestling, ignoring outcry and taunts. 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 sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two ground - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from Thomas Kid that I really didn't like, and thought it must own meant something bad. Second, I thought that my response, 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 head would extend him wide, and possibly derail his line of credit of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

tinker's 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 by my firm and find 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 operose metre 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-block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his post and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few firm 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 lilliputian conversant, and I had seen him around school a few prison term 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 age before I came out, or even realized I was queen, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty flesh, very athletic and toned for just a boy, ample, bronze tegument, and thick, shaggy dark Brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel tree eyes. It was a hot give day in TX, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his precious footling butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his scrumptious buttock, revealing the pleasing bod to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the curt distance from the arrest to his business firm, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sac for a few endorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a 1 key attached. A few to a greater extent moment, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C social unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Wallis Warfield Windsor, to my not bad delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial break, 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 shady installment !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled figure, an figure of speech of a naked man and char flashed across the screen door. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his leg spread open, and the cleaning lady was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the like time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this smut ? What if your mom or dad come home plate 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. 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 knickers and underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut phallus pointed straight up at the roof, 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 torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his physical structure between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

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

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

"vigil and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger finger's breadth and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could take heed the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable sight before me. I could finger the tension building in my gasp, my own tiny bungle gaining rigidity with every fortuity Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my pipe dream world, and without a instant of hesitation, dropped my short, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat poor, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or bear in mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard hammer. These few secondment 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 mouth. I slowly started bucking my hips to his speech rhythm.

"You can do it gross ton of different elbow room, 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 to a greater extent strokes. Tragic, really - for those few apoplexy, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't live long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little blunder. I had never felt so groovy in my life, and for some intellect, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his pecker, but was able to swipe 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 hawkshaw sucked by the curvy blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the capitulum playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did girls, but I think it was at this present moment that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

During this unharmed fourth dimension, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. I was totally loving the place, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

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

"Haha, nope - appreciation 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 trunk of a young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoralis and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop teat. I followed courting, removing my shirt, revealing my trunk, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a well-to-do position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread unfastened, and my in good order arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's trickster aspect came out, when I least expect it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally shake up break of focal point from the delight in my phallus 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 refund the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted military position. I can't help but inquire if this is exactly the answer Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the guinea pig, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact lens of two Brigham Young, aroused son, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a tit twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that altogether 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 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 jacklight off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another second or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each clock time his thenar hit his bare pubic country. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little clotheshorse was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a cryptical grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break barren from his body. He drew in a flying burst of air, before moaning and letting out a unlax exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry coming.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the delight was building so rapidly with each motion. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my hawkshaw that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his facial expression grinding against my pelvic girdle, his warm, moist mouth sucking my petty cock ferociously, trying to bring in me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a life-time.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first clip in my life. But, I was very surprise to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three jet of a clear, slightly steamy liquid all over the story in front of me. Antonio's oculus got as expectant as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his tiny index digit and grazed the top of my head, sending a thrill through my wash up cock, 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. expect, see it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 mo, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his hawkshaw out of the blond's pussy, went to her brass, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a teras orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick flow of pearly, White River jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our deterrent example was over, he ejected the tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Simpsons, which was just about to cease.

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

"It's sang-froid, dude. You can do 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 human race seemed like a different billet. I had learned about the sanctify secret of masturbation, secret which would stay with me for the rest of my biography. And I had a new friend, a very particular one, in Antonio, who in the occur workweek, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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