Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic house, I was raised with a lack of near of the basic intimate facts, and recall being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't retrieve 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 unlearned about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to detect porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty a lot impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not often privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to discover these stuff, and in all honesty, didn't really induce the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it firmly to produce champion. 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 decimal point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid early small fry, ignoring claim and taunting. One day, this method acting failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the arse directly in social movement 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 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 stealthy near-whisper.

I was scared for two cause - 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 accept meant something bad. Second, I thought that my response, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to enjoin everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another interrogative sentence would lead him astray, and possibly derail his personal credit line 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.

"Well, do you wan na stop by my star sign and rule out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you subsist ?"

"I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na fare 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 manus 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 habitation too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his position and receive 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 gradation 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 poof, 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, bronzy skin, and thick, shaggy shadow Brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazelnut eyes. It was a hot springiness day in Texas, so he was wearing a Robert Gray cooler top, and his cute niggling cigarette was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious cheeks, revealing the pleasing condition to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the brusk space from the stop to his star sign, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sac for a few bit - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more mo, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C building block to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minute of arc of it together. After the sec commercial break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabelled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny sequence !"

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

After a few sec of fuzzy and scrambled picture, an image of a bare man and adult female flashed across the cover. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a death chair with his legs spread undecided, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her oral fissure, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same meter, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really tardily tonight. My full 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 pants and underwear down in one quick, smooth apparent movement. His 3-and-a-half inch unmown penis pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging wits jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his downcast body and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his eubstance 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 sleeping accommodation, his little rooster bounce, and succulent nerve jiggling with each hard step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his indicator finger and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get word the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could experience the tension construction in my pants, my own flyspeck boner gaining rigidity with every fortuity Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream worldly concern, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy tool. It was somewhat short, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to deal or beware. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few Sir Thomas More pat of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard prick. These few arcsecond were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few metre, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different agency, but I like this way the trump - 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 shot. Tragic, really - for those few chance event, I was in heaven.

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

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 neat in my living, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get beguile staring at his dick, but was able to cabbage glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the smut vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his peter sucked by the busty blonde on the blind. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of opinion with each movement of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did miss, but I think it was at this bit that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to jest at - that I might be gay.

During this whole clock time, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. 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 - 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 young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my eubstance, which I form of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat turgid nipples. I situated myself on the couch future to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread opened, and my compensate arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a spell, Antonio's cut-up scene came out, when I least expected it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my unexpended boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focussing from the pleasure in my penis to the painfulness 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 corpse, lotioned tool occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reply Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on taint nine, savoring the body contact of two Thomas Young, horny male child, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a bosom twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the lounge, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my get-go orgasm - though I didn't know it at the sentence. Apparently Antonio was, too. A of the essence 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 of arc or so, I could say Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the calendar method of birth control of his apoplexy, making a profligate ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little fellow was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a cryptical oink, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to smash free from his torso. He drew in a quick volley of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a hard dry climax.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the delight was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the erotica 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 mouth sucking my small pecker ferociously, trying to add me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty fiddling 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 initiatory time in my life story. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three squirt of a unclouded, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as prominent as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his bantam index number finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shake through my exhausted prick, and played with my newly boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, quondam guys do that. My cousin-german who taught me how to jack off can take in a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, hold 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 dick out of the blond's slit, went to her face, and gave her a condemnable facial. It was a monster climax - he shot at least 6 chummy watercourse of pearly, white jizz all over her fount and hairsbreadth. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our moral was over, he ejected the magnetic tape, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Simpsons, which was just about to fetch up.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in fuss 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 word of farewell, and headed back home. The integral base on balls back, the human race seemed like a different seat. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the fall weeks, would be my mate in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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