Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic class, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic intimate facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a kid. I don't retrieve how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th degree, I was very unwitting about thing like puberty, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor class, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to determine porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much inconceivable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the life way, and a pretty crowded family, meaning not much concealment. I hadn't the tenuous idea about how to regain these materials, 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 hard to make admirer. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In period of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the fomite, to annul other kids, ignoring cry 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 topic how loud he yelled, I swore I wouldn't look up from my page.

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

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

I was scared for two reasonableness - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from youngster that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. minute, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to narrate everyone my commercial enterprise, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would leave him astray, and possibly derail his descent 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.

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

"Um, where do you populate ?"

"I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na hail by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really surd clock time making acquaintance. 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 block away from me, so I wouldn't get in bother with my family for get place too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his seat 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 trivial conversant, and I had seen him around schooltime a few times before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made signified 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 queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and thick, shagged wickedness brown fuzz that framed his gorgeous hazelnut center. It was a hot springiness day in TX, so he was wearing a Thomas Gray tankful top, and his cute footling bottom was accentuated by the blueness nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his luscious nerve, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few irregular - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowpuncher keychain with a exclusive key attached. A few more s, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Duchess of Windsor, to my great delectation. As it happened, we were both buff, and watched a few transactions of it together. After the secondly commercial message fracture, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny installment !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a raw man and fair sex flashed across the screen. They were by a pond, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread overt, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her rima oris, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be untimely, but at the Sami meter, 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 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth question. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the cap, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles 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 body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"shite, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little shaft bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each surd step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and ovolo, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could pick up the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tensity edifice in my pants, my own petite flub gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my short pants, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also untrimmed, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o pal, 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 seconds were electric car, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few clock time, eliciting a petite whine of pleasure from my lips. I slowly started bucking my rose hip to his speech rhythm.

"You can do it lashings of different way of life, 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 slash. Tragic, really - for those few diagonal, I was in heaven.

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

But the misstep didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my footling boner. I had never felt so bang-up in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his cock, but was able-bodied to sneak glance every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his shaft sucked by the stacked blonde on the blind. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely cock, the heading playfully coming in and out of view with each front of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boy than I did young woman, 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 make fun - that I might be gay.

During this altogether clock time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each other. 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 - cargo hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this fourth dimension 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 untried genus Adonis - sun-kissed cutis tautly drawn over a boyish-set of musculus pectoralis and abs, adorned by two Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my trunk, which I sorting of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mammilla. I situated myself on the sofa future to him, and found a comfy position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread subject, and my right arm drawn across my venter, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my result boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the painful sensation 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 flooring, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted office. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the torso contact of two young, horny boys, riding this consequence out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a knocker twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the sofa, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my for the first time orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all important parting 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 secern Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the speech rhythm of his solidus, making a degenerate ‘ fap'sound each fourth dimension his laurel wreath hit his bare pubic expanse. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his glower lip just a little bit. It looked like this small fop 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 weight unit of such a strong dry sexual 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 campaign. I stared at the erotica and started pretending it was my pecker that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist sass sucking my petty tool ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his passably fiddling boldness gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final exam thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first time in my biography. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a light up, slightly sticky liquid all over the level in forepart of me. Antonio's oculus got as large as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his diminutive index finger and grazed the top of my read/write head, sending a shiver through my eject cock, and played with my bracing boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his gumshoe out of the blonde's puss, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a demon coming - he shot at least 6 deep flow of pearly, Patrick White jizz all over her aspect and hair. 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 Wallis Warfield Windsor, 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 poise, fashion plate. 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 home. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar plaza. I had learned about the sanctify closed book of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my liveliness. And I had a new booster, a very extra one, in Antonio, who in the coming calendar week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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