The Singular Dangerous Undertaking Of Miguel And Antonio ( 1 )


Erotica, First-Time, Gay, Virginity, Young
Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic household, I was raised with a want of most of the staple sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a tiddler. 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 matter like pubescence, 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 receive porn the outmoded way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much inconceivable, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded theater, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the thin musical theme about how to detect these material, and in all honesty, didn't really accept the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it arduous to take a shit protagonist. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of tyke, I pretty a lot kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In head of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid former small fry, ignoring calls and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the fundament directly in forepart of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No issue 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 eyes 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 reasonableness - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the condition before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. endorsement, I thought that my result, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business sector, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another enquiry 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 quit by my sign and determine 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 voiceless time making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a mitt of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a stoppage away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for coming nursing 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 theater 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 schooling 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 days before I came out, or even realized I was fag, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty flesh, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark embrown haircloth that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot bound day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray armoured combat vehicle top, and his cute small hindquarters was accentuated by the blue sky nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing condition to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short-circuit distance from the stop to his family, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few moment - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more second, 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 Mrs. Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minute of arc of it together. After the instant commercial break of serve, 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 remark episode !"

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

After a few sec of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a naked man and adult female flashed across the blind. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread spread out, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrongly, but at the Same metre, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come domicile and pick up us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My first 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 learn 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 column inch rough penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a diminished, chocolate-brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles 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 dead 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 little cock bouncing, and succulent impudence jiggling with each voiceless step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his power finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could discover the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the unbelievable sight before me. I could feel the tensity building in my pants, my own tiny bloomer 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 shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat unforesightful, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o brother, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more splash of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard pecker. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few prison term, eliciting a tiny whimper of delight from my lip. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it piles 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 accident. Tragic, really - for those few accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the misstep didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my small pratfall. I had never felt so capital in my life-time, and for some reason, it seemed even spicy that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get overhear staring at his dick, but was able to abstract 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 gumshoe sucked by the buxom blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, 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 make fun - that I might be gay.

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

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

"Haha, nope - clench on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the lounge, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the torso of a youth adonis - sun-kissed pelt tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Robert Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, 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 well-to-do position - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread unfold, and my rightfulness arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a piece, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least expected it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring transmutation of focus from the delight in my phallus 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 repay the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our clay, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't helper but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two young, hornlike son, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty 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 sofa, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the fourth dimension. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all important part 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 severalize Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his accident, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each meter his palm 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 little buster was ready to pop.

After yet another arcminute, he let out a late grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break barren from his body. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a loosen up exhale, catching his breath from the free weight 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 pecker that was being teased in a rima oris, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my hip, his warm, moist sassing sucking my little beak ferociously, trying to impart me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very starting time time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurts of a brighten, slightly sticky liquid all over the level in social movement of me. Antonio's eyes got as heavy as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 bit, before hitting looseness. The man on the sieve started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blond's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, white jizz all over her boldness and hair. It was one of the most intense matter I had ever seen.

Since our deterrent example 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 complete.

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

"It's sang-froid, sheik. 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 parting, and headed back domicile. The entire manner of walking back, the world seemed like a different situation. I had learned about the hallowed closed book of masturbation, arcanum which would stay with me for the respite of my life. And I had a new acquaintance, a very peculiar one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

If you guys like this, I'll write more chapters. : )
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