Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic syndicate, I was raised with a want of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a child. I don't call back how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my phallus was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th gradation, I was very unlearned about thing like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family unit, we didn't have internet, or even a estimator, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty a great deal impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not very much privacy. I hadn't the little idea about how to find these stuff, and in all honesty, didn't really get the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it surd to make friends. I rode the bus rest 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 point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid other Thomas Kid, ignoring phone call and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar part coming from the place directly in front 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 run out 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 condition before, but only from small fry that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. Second, I thought that my response, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to separate everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly derail his line 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 finish by my business firm and witness 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 hard clock time making friends. 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 blockage away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my folk for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his situation 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 little familiar, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a mark 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 age 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 build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, robust, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark brown hair's-breadth that framed his gorgeous hazelnut tree eyes. It was a hot Spring day in TX, so he was wearing a gray storage tank top, and his cute trivial cigarette was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his scrumptious buttock, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short space from the stop to his theatre, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowman keychain with a 1 key attached. A few Sir Thomas More seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the windowpane A/C unit of measurement to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both sports fan, and watched a few minute of arc of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled tape measure. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny sequence !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled double, an image of a defenseless man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a kitty, the man was leaning back on a chair with his leg spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be awry, but at the same prison term, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really lately tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool down. 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 gasp and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half in uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marble jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower 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.

"damn, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little cock bouncing, and lush boldness jiggling with each concentrated step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could finger the tension building in my trouser, my own lilliputian foul-up gaining rigidity with every virgule Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream globe, and without a second of hesitancy, dropped my short pants, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 in, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to like or mind. All he wanted was a j/o chum, 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 shaft. These few secondment were electric automobile, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few clip, eliciting a bantam whimper of delight from my lips. I slowly started bucking my articulatio coxae to his rhythms.

"You can do it scores of different agency, 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 accident. Tragic, really - for those few stroke, I was in heaven.

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

But the head trip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my lilliputian pratfall. I had never felt so large in my lifetime, and for some reason, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his gumshoe, but was able to purloin glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his heart, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the buxom blonde on the CRT screen. Whenever he was off in his own illusion, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the fountainhead playfully coming in and out of persuasion with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did female child, but I think it was at this bit that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to guys - that I might be gay.

During this whole clip, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. I was totally loving the state of affairs, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

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

"Haha, nope - handle 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 trunk of a offspring Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my organic structure, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable spatial relation - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread receptive, and my rectify arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

After a patch, Antonio's hoaxer look came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring transformation of focus from the pleasure in my member 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 rejoin the party favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reaction Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body touch of two young, horny son, riding this second out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole dangerous undertaking, I was definitely getting close to reaching my low coming - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial theatrical role 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 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 of his throw, making a loyal ‘ fap'sound each time his ribbon hit his bare pubic orbit. His external respiration also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this footling dandy was prepare 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 in free from his body. He drew in a immediate burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breathing place from the weight of such a strong dry sexual climax.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the joy was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick 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 rima oris sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his fairly little case gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the sharpness and came for the very inaugural time in my life. But, I was very storm to see that my orgasm was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three squirt of a clear, slightly unenviable liquid state all over the floor in presence of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as dish antenna.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger finger and grazed the top of my header, sending a shiver through my exhausted cock, and played with my smart boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 arcsecond, before hitting free rein. The man on the screen door started grunting vigorously, pulled his cock out of the blonde's kitty, went to her facial expression, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a colossus orgasm - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 thick flow of pearly, white jizz all over her typeface and hair's-breadth. It was one of the most acute things I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the tape recording, 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 worry with my parents."

"It's sang-froid, fop. You can descend 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 domicile. The full manner of walking back, the world seemed like a unlike place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, mystery which would stay with me for the relaxation of my life. And I had a new friend, a very peculiar one, in Antonio, who in the add up hebdomad, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF region ONE

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