Being raised in a stern Mexican Catholic category, I was raised with a lack of most of the BASIC sexual facts, and commend 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 grade, I was very ignorant about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor people family unit, we didn't have net, or even a electronic computer, so you had to find porno the old-fashioned way - through a powder store or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the aliveness room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not practically secrecy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to find these fabric, and in all money plant, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it heavily to progress to protagonist. I rode the bus habitation, but unlike a lot of Thomas Kid, I pretty much 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 fomite, to quash other kids, ignoring call and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar articulation coming from the hind end directly in battlefront of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No thing how loud he yelled, I swore I wouldn't look up from my page.

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will outbalance mine, I relented, and my eye met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to slop a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a stealthy 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 nestling that I really didn't like, and thought it must take in meant something bad. 2nd, I thought that my answer, 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 to the lowest degree, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly jump 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 give up by my household 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 intemperately time 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 engine block away from me, so I wouldn't get in hassle with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his topographic point 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 minuscule conversant, and I had seen him around school a few time before. But since he was a course behind me, in 4th, it made sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally dissimilar 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 cute. He had a slim, showy anatomy, very acrobatic and toned for just a boy, ample, bronze peel, and thick, shaggy-haired dark chocolate-brown hair's-breadth that framed his gorgeous hazel centre. It was a hot springtime day in Texas, so he was wearing a greyish tank top, and his cute footling butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his red-hot cheeks, revealing the pleasing condition to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the abruptly aloofness from the occlusive to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas rodeo rider keychain with a single key attached. A few more moment, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C social unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Sir James Young Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both sports fan, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the instant 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 funny instalment !"

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

After a few minute of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a raw man and cleaning woman flashed across the CRT screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread outdoors, and the charwoman was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same fourth dimension, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home 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 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 drawers and underclothing down in one quick, smooth move. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, Robert Brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower body and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his organic structure between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"bull, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his little cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each severely step.

He returned to the living way 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 number finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could see the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible view before me. I could experience the tension construction in my pants, my own tiny bloomer gaining rigidity with every accident Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream mankind, and without a irregular of waver, dropped my short circuit, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat brusque, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to manage or mind. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more dab of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few second gear were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a diminutive whimper of pleasure from my brim. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it gobs 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 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 trip-up didn't go long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my slight flub. I had never felt so not bad in my life, and for some reasonableness, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get arrest staring at his dick, but was able-bodied to sneak glances 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 shaft sucked by the busty blonde on the silver screen. Whenever he was off in his own phantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his endearing cock, the capitulum playfully coming in and out of view 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 unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to rib - that I might be gay.

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

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

"Haha, nope - handgrip 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 Edward Young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop tit. I followed lawsuit, removing my shirt, revealing my trunk, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat big mammilla. I situated myself on the couch following to him, and found a well-off military position - reclining on the sofa, my thighs spread receptive, and my proper arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a spell, Antonio's prankster view 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 nidus 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 floor, rolling around, our remains, lotioned shaft occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted position. I can't helper but wonder if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the font, I was on obscure nine, savoring the trunk contact of two Edward Young, hornlike boy, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my retaliation, and delivered a tit twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the lounge, and after that wholly escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first base orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A of the essence role 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 jacklight off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm method of his cerebrovascular accident, making a riotous ‘ fap'sound each metre his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his humiliated lip just a short bit. It looked like this little gallant was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, 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 quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weighting of such a secure dry coming.

"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 pleasance was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the smut and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's rima oris. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my trivial pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty fiddling face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that net mentation, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first meter in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three jet of a crystalise, slightly sticky liquid all over the base in forepart of me. Antonio's eyes got as prominent as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index number digit and grazed the top of my head, sending a frisson through my exhausted putz, and played with my saucy boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad affair ?"

"Haha, naw, aged cat do that. My first cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. wait, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 arcsecond, before hitting turn. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussycat, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a behemoth orgasm - he shot at least 6 heavyset streams of pearly, ashen jizz all over her expression and haircloth. It was one of the most vivid matter 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 cease.

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

"It's cool, dude. 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 farewell, and headed back household. The entire base on balls back, the Earth seemed like a unlike blank space. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secret which would stick with me for the eternal sleep of my life. And I had a new friend, a very particular one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in intimate experimentation.

END OF character ONE

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