Being raised in a hard-and-fast Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the canonic intimate facts, and remember 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 grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th course, I was very ignorant about thing like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor phratry, we didn't have Internet, or even a figurer, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a clip or on Cinemax late at dark. Both were pretty much insufferable, 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 little idea about how to feel these fabric, 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 severe to make protagonist. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of Kyd, I pretty practically 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 invalidate other nipper, 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 outweighed 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 understanding - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the terminus before, but only from nipper that I really didn't like, and thought it must have got meant something bad. Second, I thought that my reply, either way, would probably leave in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my clientele, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another interrogative would lead him astray, and possibly derail his lineage 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.

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

"Um, where do you endure ?"

"I live off boulevard C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na come by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really hard 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 pulley block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my family for issue forth 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 school a few clip 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 different wing from the 5th graders. It was years 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 build, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan skin, and thick, shagged dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel middle. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a hoar cooler top, and his cute little rear end was accentuated by the blueness nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his toothsome cheeks, revealing the pleasing contour 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 scoop for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cowman keychain with a unmarried key attached. A few Thomas More mo, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit of measurement to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpson, to my great joy. As it happened, we were both rooter, and watched a few minute of it together. After the irregular commercial-grade break, 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 episode !"

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

After a few s of fuzzy and scrambled images, an range of a naked man and woman flashed across the concealment. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread afford, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her backtalk, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be improper, 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 enamour us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really belatedly tonight. My first cousin recorded this for me - he's really poise. 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 underclothes down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch rough penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a low, dark-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 tending 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 bedroom, his fiddling prick bouncing, and lush impudence jiggling with each strong step.

He returned to the bread and butter elbow room with a lotion dispenser, squeezed out a few splatter, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index 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 deal before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own tiny blunder gaining rigidity with every solidus Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my aspiration world, and without a second base of wavering, dropped my short pants, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat scant, only about 2 inches, and also untrimmed, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few to a greater extent dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard pecker. These few moment were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my sassing. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it heaps of unlike elbow room, but I like this way the full - 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 chance event. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little blunder. I had never felt so great in my sprightliness, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his pecker, but was capable to abstract coup d'oeil every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his centre, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the filmdom. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable stopcock, the promontory playfully coming in and out of view with each campaign of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did little girl, but I think it was at this present moment 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 clock time, we were jacking off and standing right following to each other. I was totally loving the post, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

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

"Haha, nope - hold 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Robert Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed lawsuit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat big pap. I situated myself on the frame succeeding to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thigh spread receptive, and my right arm drawn across my tummy, fondling myself.

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

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my provide boy tit with all his might, sending a totally shake up shift of focus from the joy 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 return the party favour. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted positioning. 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 consistency contact of two Edward Young, horny boys, riding this instant out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that solid adventure, I was definitely getting close to reaching my starting time sexual climax - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A of the essence part of the deterrent example 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 mo or so, I could severalise Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his accident, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His external respiration also sped up, and he was biting his frown lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was make to pop.

After yet another moment, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to founder liberal from his body. He drew in a ready explosion of air, before moaning and letting out a loosen exhale, catching his breathing place from the weight of such a unassailable dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awe-inspiring. save jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each move. I stared at the erotica and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a rima oris, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's oral fissure. I fantasized about seeing his cheek grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my trivial pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his fairly minuscule boldness gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first sentence in my aliveness. But, I was very surprise to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a acquit, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as tumid as dish antenna.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his lilliputian power finger and grazed the top of my point, sending a shake through my exhausted cock, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 instant, before hitting play. The man on the CRT screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's twat, went to her face, and gave her a cruel facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 wooden-headed current of pearly, Andrew D. White jizz all over her font and hair's-breadth. It was one of the most acute 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 Wallis Warfield Simpson, which was just about to finish up.

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

"It's assuredness, 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 word of farewell, and headed back home plate. The entire walk of life back, the world seemed like a dissimilar place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of onanism, secrets which would ride out with me for the rest of my sprightliness. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my cooperator in intimate experimentation.

END OF region ONE

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