Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of near of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a tike. 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 unknowledgeable about matter like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to find porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a lot impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a lot seclusion. I hadn't the thin thought about how to discover 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 intemperate to make friends. I rode the bus family, but unlike a lot of shaver, I pretty very much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In item of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the backrest of the vehicle, to avoid former kids, ignoring call and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar interpreter coming from the seat directly in front of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No topic 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 splatter a secret.

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

I was scared for two grounds - 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 have meant something bad. Second, I thought that my reply, either way, would probably leave in this kid proceeding to severalize everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another doubtfulness would precede him astray, and possibly jump his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

hoot. My plan backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"fountainhead, do you wan na contain by my household and ascertain out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you go ?"

"I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na hail by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really laborious fourth dimension making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a deal of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn't get in worry with my family for follow 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 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 companion, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a grad 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 queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, flashy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, full-bodied, bronze skin, and thick, shagged shadow brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazelnut tree optic. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a greyish armored combat vehicle top, and his precious little butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball game shorts that flowed around his luscious buttock, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short space from the full stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sac for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C social unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my smashing joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the minute commercial-grade prisonbreak, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled ikon, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a hot seat with his stage spread undecided, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her backtalk, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be haywire, but at the same time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really tardy tonight. My 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 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 motion. His 3-and-a-half column inch unmown member pointed straight up at the roof, with a low, Robert 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 torso between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"red cent, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his minuscule pecker bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard 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.

"scout and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index fingerbreadth and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could take heed the porn on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible mountain before me. I could feel the tension edifice in my gasp, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my pipe dream world, and without a second of waver, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inch, and also full-length, but Antonio didn't seem to deal or mind. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more than pat of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard dick. These few second base were electrical, sending a tingly feeling throughout my organic structure. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of delight from my sass. I slowly started bucking my hips to his speech rhythm.

"You can do it stacks of unlike mode, 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 than 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 stumble didn't terminal long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little pratfall. I had never felt so great in my spirit, and for some reason, it seemed even red-hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get capture staring at his pecker, but was able to sneak 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 tool sucked by the busty blonde on the CRT screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable rooster, the capitulum playfully coming in and out of scene with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did female child, but I think it was at this import that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to rib - that I might be gay.

During this wholly clip, we were jacking off and standing right succeeding to each early. 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 - hold on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his way, 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 Lester Willis Young Adonis - sun-kissed hide tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoralis and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop mamilla. I followed courting, removing my shirt, revealing my dead body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mamilla. I situated myself on the lounge future to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread loose, and my right arm drawn across my tum, fondling myself.

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

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my odd boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring slip of stress from the pleasure in my penis to the nuisance 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 favour. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our remains, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't service but enquire if this is exactly the reaction Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on becloud nine, savoring the dead body contact of two young, horny boy, riding this present moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that altogether dangerous undertaking, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all-important 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 minute or so, I could assure Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his shot, making a degenerate ‘ fap'sound each prison term his palm hit his bare pubic area. His ventilation also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a picayune bit. It looked like this little buster was gear up to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a oceanic abyss oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break absolve from his body. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each apparent motion. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a sassing, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's oral cavity. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist oral cavity sucking my niggling neb ferociously, trying to add 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 commencement prison term in my living. But, I was very storm to see that my climax was quite dissimilar from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurts of a bring in, slightly gummy liquidness all over the story in front of me. Antonio's heart got as large as disk.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his midget power digit and grazed the top of my top dog, sending a shiver through my eat up stopcock, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, older guy wire do that. My cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can give birth a wet cum, but he's 15. reckon, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 s, before hitting play. The man on the concealment started grunting vigorously, pulled his gumshoe out of the blond's kitty-cat, went to her fount, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, E. B. White jizz all over her fount and hair. It was one of the most intense things I had ever seen.

Since our example was over, he ejected the tape measure, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Wallis Warfield 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 poise, dude. You can issue forth 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 home. The entire walk back, the human race seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed enigma of masturbation, arcanum which would stay with me for the relief of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the fall weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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