The Curious Adventure Of Miguel And Antonio ( 0 )


Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic menage, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic intimate facts, and recollect 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 penis was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about matter like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a short syndicate, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much unsufferable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a lot concealment. I hadn't the little idea about how to find these textile, and in all satin flower, 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 get booster. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of tyke, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid other kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat directly in forepart 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 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 terminal figure before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must give meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to evidence everyone my business sector, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another doubt would moderate him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

red cent. My program 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 Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na come by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really hard meter making admirer. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendly relationship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a pulley away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for upcoming 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 star sign 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 familiar, and I had seen him around school a few metre 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 different 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 cunning. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze cutis, and midst, shaggy dark embrown whisker that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot outpouring day in TX, so he was wearing a grizzly tank top, and his cute little backside was accentuated by the blue air nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his pleasant-tasting cheeks, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short-circuit space from the block to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few indorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a ace key attached. A few more bit, 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 Duchess of Windsor, to my great pleasure. As it happened, we were both sports fan, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the moment commercial message interruption, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a singular episode !"

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

After a few indorsement of fuzzy and scrambled figure of speech, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a syndicate, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the womanhood was sticking his HUGE penis inside her lip, 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 pornography ? What if your mom or dad come household and trance us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My first 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 learn 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 question. His 3-and-a-half in uncut phallus pointed straight up at the roof, with a pocket-sized, brownish hairless sacking that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew attending to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his dead 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 little shaft bouncing, and succulent impertinence jiggling with each hard step.

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

"lookout man and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get wind the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable visual modality before me. I could feel the tautness building in my bloomers, my own tiny boner gaining inflexibility with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream Earth, and without a second of faltering, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy prick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to worry or mind. All he wanted was a j/o crony, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few Thomas More dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard turncock. These few secondment were electric car, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few metre, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my pelvic arch to his rhythms.

"You can do it heaps of different ways, 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 CVA. Tragic, really - for those few accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip-up didn't lowest long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great 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 tool, but was able to creep 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 dick sucked by the busty blond on the concealment. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely prick, the read/write head playfully coming in and out of view with each bm of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did miss, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to guy - that I might be gay.

During this unit meter, 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 metre 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 pelt tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral muscle and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my physical structure, which I variety of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat enceinte tit. I situated myself on the sofa next to him, and found a comfortable side - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread exposed, and my rectify arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a spell, Antonio's tricker facial expression came out, when I least expected it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally bump around shift of focus from the pleasance 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 favour. Soon we were on the trading floor, rolling around, our cadaver, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted spatial relation. I can't supporter but wonder if this is exactly the answer Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the pillowcase, I was on mist nine, savoring the body middleman of two young, horny boys, riding this instant out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a bosom tornado of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first gear orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part 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 distinguish Antonio's joy was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a immobile ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic sphere. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this fiddling beau was ready to pop.

After yet another hour, he let out a thick grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his dead body. He drew in a nimble explosion of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breathing time from the weight of such a substantial dry coming.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasance was building so rapidly with each move. 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 back talk. I fantasized about seeing his brass grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my piffling tool ferociously, trying to take me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his somewhat little fount gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very outset time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly mucilaginous liquid all over the level in front of me. Antonio's centre got as expectant as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite power finger and grazed the top of my mind, sending a shiver through my eat cock, and played with my fresh boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guy do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can consume a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 secondment, before hitting maneuver. The man on the sieve started grunting vigorously, pulled his cock out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a roughshod facial. It was a monster coming - he shot at least 6 midst streams of pearly, white jizz all over her typeface and hair. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our moral was over, he ejected the tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Sir James Young Simpson, 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 sang-froid, dude. You can derive back whenever you want - my mom's out a lot, and it's just her and me here."

With that, I gave my parting, and headed back home. The intact walk back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, enigma which would stay with me for the rest period of my life. And I had a new acquaintance, a very extra one, in Antonio, who in the make out calendar week, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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