Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic syndicate, I was raised with a deficiency of most of the basic sexual facts, and recall being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'affair as a youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was severe and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very nescient about affair like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family unit, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to ascertain porno the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded business firm, meaning not a lot privacy. I hadn't the slightest mind about how to witness these material, and in all honesty, didn't really suffer the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it gruelling to make friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of tyke, 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 vertebral column of the vehicle, to quash other kids, ignoring calls and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the can 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 outbalance mine, I relented, and my eyes met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to slop a secret.

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

I was scared for two reason - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from child that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. minute, I thought that my solvent, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my stage business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him wide, and possibly derail his stock of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

darn. 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 stop by my household and find 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 hard time making booster. 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 stop away from me, so I wouldn't get in difficulty with my household for hail 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 social 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 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 eld 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 dark dark-brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel tree eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray armoured combat vehicle top, and his cute piddling fag was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his red-hot buttock, revealing the pleasing physical body to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the plosive to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his air hole for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a bingle key attached. A few Thomas More instant, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C social unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpsons, to my groovy joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial-grade break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled magnetic tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny installment !"

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

After a few second base of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an icon of a naked man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a president with his legs spread receptive, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her sassing, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, 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 home and becharm us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool down. 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 trouser and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch unmown penis pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, John Brown hairless pouch that looked like two hanging marble jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew aid 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.

"Shit, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his sleeping room, his little cock bounce, and succulent face jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could get wind the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible quite a little before me. I could feel the latent hostility building in my pants, my own lilliputian boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

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

He squirted out a few Sir Thomas More dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few bit were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my physical structure. He proceeded to stroke me a few fourth dimension, eliciting a tiny whimper of delight from my brim. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythm method of birth control.

"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 than shot. Tragic, really - for those few slash, I was in heaven.

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

But the tripper didn't end long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my piffling botch. I had never felt so great in my animation, and for some intellect, it seemed even hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught 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 dick sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the read/write head playfully coming in and out of aspect with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did young lady, 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 guys - that I might be gay.

During this whole prison term, we were jacking off and standing right next to each former. 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 - time lag on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this fourth dimension 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 pelt tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two John Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger pap. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread open, and my right field arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's trickster view came out, when I least expected it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring chemise of focussing 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 refund the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted spot. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the guinea pig, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two young, randy boys, riding this consequence out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that solid escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first climax - though I didn't know it at the clip. Apparently Antonio was, too. A all important part of the 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 jack up off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could tell Antonio's delight was intensifying. He sped up the round of his CVA, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each sentence his medal hit his bare pubic domain. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his let down lip just a lilliputian bit. It looked like this fiddling gallant was ready to pop.

After yet another minute of arc, he let out a oceanic abyss oink, and his member started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to break free from his body. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a slack up exhale, catching his breathing time from the free weight of such a stiff dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. sustain 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 blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic girdle, his warm, moist sass sucking my niggling putz ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifespan.

With that final sentiment, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very get-go time in my animation. 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 squirt of a authorize, slightly sticky liquidity all over the base in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as heavy as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicator finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my consume hammer, and played with my smart boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad affair ?"

"Haha, naw, elder guy do that. My cousin-german who taught me how to jack off can stimulate a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, break it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the silver screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a devil coming - he shot at to the lowest degree 6 duncical flow of pearly, white jizz all over her boldness and hair. It was one of the most intense affair I had ever seen.

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

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

"It's sang-froid, gallant. 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 family. The entire walk back, the universe seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed closed book of masturbation, mystery which would bide with me for the sleep of my life. And I had a new acquaintance, a very extra one, in Antonio, who in the total weeks, would be my collaborator in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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