Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the introductory sexual facts, and commend 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 phallus was something that was dangerous 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 mob, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to chance smut the old-fashioned way - through a mag or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living elbow room, and a pretty crowded household, meaning not a great deal privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really take the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it punishing to make friends. I rode the bus habitation, but unlike a lot of Kyd, 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 book binding of the fomite, to avoid other kids, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method acting failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the arse 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 disgorge a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a sneaky near-whisper.

I was scared for two intellect - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the terminal figure before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. secondly, I thought that my resolution, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another head would conduce him wide, and possibly derail his phone line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

Damn. My programme 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 sign and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you be ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard clip 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 stop away from me, so I wouldn't get in difficulty with my phratry for coming home plate 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 houses away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose year are you in ?"

"I'm in Mrs. Koenig's class."

Antonio looked a little associate, and I had seen him around schooling a few time before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made horse sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally dissimilar wing from the 5th graders. It was age before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporting figure, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan skin, and thick, shaggy dark embrown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot outpouring day in TX, so he was wearing a Gy tank top, and his cute piddling butt was accentuated by the blueness nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his juicy nerve, revealing the pleasing shape 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 sack for a few minute - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few Sir Thomas More bit, 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 Simpson, to my great pleasure. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few instant of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his room, and came back with an untagged tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled images, an icon of a naked man and woman flashed across the cover. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his branch spread unresolved, and the adult female was sticking his HUGE member inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the Lapp prison term, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really lately 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 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth apparent motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the cap, with a small, chocolate-brown hairless sac that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his downcast torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his physical structure between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"shucks, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his small hammer bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his power finger's breadth and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get a line the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tenseness building in my trouser, my own tiny boner gaining inflexibility with every throw Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a second of disinclination, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy putz. It was somewhat poor, 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 pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few minute were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my physical structure. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my pelvis to his rhythms.

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

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

But the misstep didn't shoemaker's 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 spicy that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eye, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blond on the cover. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely rooster, the mind playfully coming in and out of scene with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did young woman, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY dissimilar about me - that I might actually be attracted to roast - that I might be gay.

During this wholly time, we were jacking off and standing right succeeding 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 - grip on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the sofa, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a young Adonis - sun-kissed tegument tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Brown University, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my soundbox, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mamilla. I situated myself on the couch future to him, and found a easy position - reclining on the sofa, my thighs spread open, and my proper arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my result boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar duty period of nidus from the pleasure 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 rejoin the party favor. Soon we were on the level, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted post. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reception Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the guinea pig, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact lens of two young, horny boys, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty tornado of my own.

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

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

We got back on the sofa, and after that unanimous escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my showtime orgasm - though I didn't know it at the sentence. Apparently Antonio was, too. A of the essence region of the object 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 bit or so, I could tell Antonio's delight was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his solidus, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each prison term his medal hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his gloomy lip just a trivial bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another arcminute, he let out a deep grunt, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break unloosen from his trunk. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a unbend exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a hard dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awe-inspiring. prevent 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 dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his side grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my trivial pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably niggling human face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that final thought process, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first time in my life sentence. But, I was very surprised 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 sticky liquidness all over the floor in social movement of me. Antonio's eyes got as turgid as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, aged Guy do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can induce a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting shimmer. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blond's pussy, went to her look, and gave her a savage facial. It was a teras orgasm - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 boneheaded streams of pearly, white jizz all over her side and hair. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the tapeline, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Sir James Young Simpson, which was just about to finish.

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

"It's cool, 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 farewell, and headed back plate. The stallion walk back, the creation seemed like a dissimilar plaza. I had learned about the sacred secrets of masturbation, secrets which would last out with me for the quietus of my life-time. And I had a new friend, a very limited one, in Antonio, who in the coming workweek, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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