Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a want of virtually of the basic sexual facts, and recollect being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a fry. I don't call back how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grave and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have Internet, or even a electronic computer, so you had to find pornography the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a great deal privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to ascertain 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 kids, I pretty often 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 debar other small fry, ignoring calls and twit. 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 affair 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 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 rationality - 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 bear meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to severalize everyone my clientele, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another enquiry would contribute him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

darn. 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 house and chance out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you dwell ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard clock 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 cylinder block away from me, so I wouldn't get in fuss with my family for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few home 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 familiar, and I had seen him around shoal a few time 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 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, flashy frame, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark Brown haircloth that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray army tank top, and his precious footling cigarette was accentuated by the blue angel nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the forgetful aloofness from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few instant - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a unity key attached. A few more indorsement, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Wallis Warfield Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both sports fan, and watched a few instant of it together. After the second commercial message prisonbreak, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a suspect episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his ramification spread outdoors, and the adult female 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 time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come plate and catch us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin-german recorded this for me - he's really cool off. 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 pant and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the cap, with a small, brown hairless discharge that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his glower torso 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.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedchamber, his lilliputian cock bounce, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"picket and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index digit and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get wind the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable hatful before me. I could feel the tensity building in my pants, my own tiny foul-up gaining rigidity with every shot Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second gear of vacillation, dropped my trunks, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to wish or mind. All he wanted was a j/o sidekick, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few Thomas More pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were electrical, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my rim. I slowly started bucking my hips to his calendar method of birth control.

"You can do it scads of different style, but I like this way the right - 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 ground.

But the trip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so groovy in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even spicy that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his optic, as if he was imagining getting his tool sucked by the busty blonde on the blind. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable tool, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did girls, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

During this whole 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 - detention on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this clip 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 skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Robert Brown, gumdrop pap. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my torso, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat prominent teat. I situated myself on the cast next to him, and found a well-off position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread spread, and my right field arm drawn across my breadbasket, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster aspect 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 clash shift of focus from the pleasure in my penis to the annoyance 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 favour. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted position. I can't aid but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body middleman of two young, horny boy, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a breast twister of my own.

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

"That's what you get, bitch !,"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 get-go orgasm - though I didn't know it at the meter. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part of the moral 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 mo or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his apoplexy, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each meter his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his low-down lip just a little bit. It looked like this small fop was prepare to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a late grunt, and his member 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 unwind exhale, catching his breathing space from the system of weights of such a strong dry orgasm.

"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 movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my putz that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's sassing. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist oral cavity sucking my slight pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his somewhat little face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life.

With that final exam thinking, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very inaugural clock time in my life-time. But, I was very surprised to see that my climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurts of a shed light on, slightly embarrassing liquid all over the base in nominal head of me. Antonio's eyes got as boastfully as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his flyspeck index finger and grazed the top of my headland, sending a tremble through my exhausted dick, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guy wire do that. My cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can give birth a wet cum, but he's 15. appear, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting turn. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's slit, went to her grimace, and gave her a fell seventh cranial nerve. It was a colossus orgasm - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 wooden-headed watercourse of pearly, white jizz all over her grimace and hair. It was one of the most acute things 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 Duchess of Windsor, which was just about to finish.

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

"It's cool, dandy. 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 base. The entire walking back, the world seemed like a different lieu. I had learned about the hallowed enigma of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new protagonist, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF division ONE

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