Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a want of most of the staple intimate facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a nipper. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my phallus was something that was life-threatening and bad. As such, even in 5th mark, I was very ignorant about affair like puberty, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor sept, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to ascertain pornography the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty practically impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slight idea about how to find these materials, 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 make friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of kidskin, I pretty a lot kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery 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 vehicle, to keep off other kids, ignoring calls and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar vocalisation coming from the hind end directly in movement 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 outweigh mine, I relented, and my center met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to pour forth a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two understanding - 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 make meant something bad. Second, I thought that my reply, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to secern everyone my business sector, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another head would go him wide, and possibly derail his parentage 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.

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

"Um, where do you endure ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really intemperately time making acquaintance. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a hired man of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a city block away from me, so I wouldn't get in fuss with my crime syndicate for number home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and regain out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few sign of the zodiac 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 small familiar, and I had seen him around school a few prison term before. But since he was a tier 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 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 body-build, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, plenteous, bronzy hide, and thick, shaggy night brown fuzz that framed his gorgeous hazel tree eyes. It was a hot natural spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray armoured combat vehicle top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the blue air nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheek, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the poor distance from the stop to his house, 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 single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my not bad delectation. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minute of it together. After the second commercial geological fault, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabelled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a suspicious sequence !"

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

After a few instant of fuzzy and scrambled image, an trope of a naked man and fair sex flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a electric chair with his legs spread open, and the womanhood was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Saame fourth dimension, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this pornography ? What if your mom or dad come home and arrest 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 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 underclothes down in one quick, smooth apparent motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut phallus pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless shift that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his low-pitched body and drew attention 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.

"dogshit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his sleeping accommodation, his piffling dick bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each voiceless 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 number finger and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the erotica on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible mess before me. I could feel the tension building in my gasp, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every stroking Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dreaming universe, and without a s of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also unmown, but Antonio didn't seem to care or take care. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more than dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electric car, sending a tingly feeling throughout my dead body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of joy from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my hips to his calendar method of birth control.

"You can do it long ton of different shipway, 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 strokes. Tragic, really - for those few cerebrovascular accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the misstep didn't final long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my niggling boner. I had never felt so great in my lifespan, and for some intellect, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his cock, but was capable to creep glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eye, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the silver screen. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head word playfully coming in and out of thought with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did girls, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY dissimilar about me - that I might actually be attracted to rib - that I might be gay.

During this altogether time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. I was totally loving the berth, 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 time 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 hide tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoralis and abs, adorned by two John Brown, gumdrop pap. I followed wooing, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I form of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the frame next to him, and found a well-off position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread surface, and my correct arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster face came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally shake up transformation of focus from the joy 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 retort the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted positioning. I can't help but marvel if this is exactly the answer Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the sheath, I was on cloud nine, savoring the organic structure liaison of two young, horny boys, riding this instant out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a bosom twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first climax - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential section of the example 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 hour or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his solidus, making a debauched ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic surface area. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this petty fellow was ready to pop.

After yet another moment, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his body. He drew in a promptly fit of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry climax.

"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 movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my gumshoe that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his expression grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist oral cavity sucking my little beak ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little human face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a life.

With that final thinking, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very world-class prison term in my life sentence. But, I was very storm to see that my coming was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a clear, slightly awkward liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's oculus got as great as saucer.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicator finger and grazed the top of my read/write head, sending a shiver through my run down cock, and played with my invigorated boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 irregular, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a cruel nervus facialis. It was a colossus orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, white jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the magnetic tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Simpson, which was just about to complete.

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

"It's cool, buster. 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 word of farewell, and headed back home. The entire walk back, the reality seemed like a unlike place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, closed book which would stay with me for the rest period of my life sentence. And I had a new booster, a very extra one, in Antonio, who in the make out calendar week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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