Being raised in a nonindulgent Mexican Catholic house, I was raised with a lack of almost of the canonic sexual facts, and think back being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a tiddler. I don't call back how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my phallus was something that was severe 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 family unit, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to notice porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much unacceptable, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the sustenance elbow room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not practically privacy. I hadn't the slender idea about how to receive these materials, and in all satinpod, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it firmly to make friends. I rode the bus dwelling house, 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 windowpane. In power point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid other child, ignoring margin call and taunts. 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 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 centre met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to spill a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a surreptitious 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 term before, but only from kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. mo, I thought that my resolution, 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 least, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly derail his line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

shucks. 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 menage and regain out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard clock time making protagonist. 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 trouble with my family for upcoming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his position 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 comrade, and I had seen him around school a few multiplication before. But since he was a gradation behind me, in 4th, it made signified that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was geezerhood before I came out, or even realized I was queer, 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, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy night Brown University hair that framed his gorgeous hazelnut middle. It was a hot bound day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his cute little keister was accentuated by the blue nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his red-hot buttock, revealing the pleasing embodiment to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the shortstop distance from the stop to his menage, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his sack for a few indorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas cattleman keychain with a one key attached. A few more seconds, 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 Simpsons, to my great delectation. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the endorsement commercial-grade break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled taping. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny sequence !"

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

After a few irregular of fuzzy and scrambled images, an prototype of a defenseless man and char flashed across the filmdom. They were by a puddle, the man was leaning back on a hot seat with his stage spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouthpiece, 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 porno ? What if your mom or dad come home and catch up with us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really coolheaded. 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 knickers and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length penis pointed straight up at the cap, with a minor, brownish 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 body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

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

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his forefinger finger and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could pick up the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension building in my drawers, my own bantam flub gaining inflexibility with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream universe, and without a minute of faltering, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat unforesightful, only about 2 inch, and also uncut, 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 more dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard turncock. These few seconds were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few clip, eliciting a tiny whine of delight from my lip. I slowly started bucking my pelvic girdle to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of different way, 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 to a greater extent 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 trip didn't finish long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great in my lifespan, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get pick up staring at his dick, but was capable to sneak glances 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 shaft sucked by the full-bosomed blonde on the cover. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did girls, but I think it was at this moment that I knew there was something VERY unlike about me - that I might actually be attracted to guy - that I might be gay.

During this whole metre, we were jacking off and standing right next 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 - hold 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 body of a young Adonis - sun-kissed hide tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brownness, gumdrop teat. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger mamilla. I situated myself on the lounge following to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my powerful arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

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

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally collide shift of focus from the pleasance 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 repay the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the event, I was on cloud nine, savoring the consistence contact of two young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied 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 fits of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that whole adventure, 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 function 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 hour or so, I could recount Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his stroking, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic region. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his broken lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to give way give up from his dead body. He drew in a quick burst of air, before moaning and letting out a unwind exhale, catching his hint from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasance was building so rapidly with each movement. I stared at the porn and started pretending it was my peter that was being teased in a sassing, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's oral fissure. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my petty pecker ferociously, trying to bring in me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his moderately short face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a life-time.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very first sentence in my life story. But, I was very surprise to see that my sexual climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry climax, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly gluey liquid all over the flooring in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as heavy as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his bantam index finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my exhausted cock, and played with my fresh boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad affair ?"

"Haha, naw, aged cat do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack up off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. await, jibe it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second gear, before hitting play. The man on the screen door started grunting vigorously, pulled his putz out of the blonde's kitty-cat, went to her face, and gave her a fell facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 slurred current of pearly, ashen jizz all over her face and pilus. It was one of the most intense thing I had ever seen.

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

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

"It's cool, dude. You can descend back whenever you want - my mom's out a lot, and it's just her and me here."

With that, I gave my leave-taking, and headed back nursing home. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed enigma of masturbation, secret which would appease with me for the balance of my life. And I had a new friend, a very exceptional one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF component ONE

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