Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a nestling. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grave and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like pubescence, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor family, we didn't have Internet, or even a computing device, so you had to rule smut the outmoded way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much out of the question, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded sign, meaning not much seclusion. I hadn't the flimsy idea about how to line up these stuff, 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 hard to make friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of tiddler, 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 back of the vehicle, to avoid other tike, ignoring calls 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 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 optic met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to spill a secret.

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

I was scared for two rationality - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from kidskin that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, 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 to the lowest degree, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly derail his demarcation of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

Damn. 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 sign 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 knockout time making friend. 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 hassle with my family for coming home plate too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his spot and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few home 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 petty conversant, and I had seen him around shoal a few times before. But since he was a level behind me, in 4th, it made sentiency that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally unlike wing from the 5th graders. It was old 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, sporty physical body, very gymnastic and toned for just a boy, plentiful, bronze skin, and thick, shaggy dark embrown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eye. It was a hot give day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray cooler top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his scrumptious brass, revealing the pleasing form to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short space from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket 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 windowpane A/C unit to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few moment of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled 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 s of fuzzy and scrambled trope, an trope of a naked man and woman flashed across the sieve. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the womanhood was sticking his HUGE penis inside her lip, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrongly, 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 domicile and catch us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late 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 knickers and underwear down in one quick, smooth apparent movement. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut member pointed straight up at the cap, with a diminished, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower trunk 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.

"tinker's dam, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedchamber, his little cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"sentinel and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could take heed the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible slew before me. I could feel the tenseness building in my pants, my own tiny flub gaining rigidity with every CVA Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream earthly concern, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my boxers, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, 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 dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard peter. These few endorsement were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my trunk. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whine of pleasance from my back talk. I slowly started bucking my pelvic arch to his calendar method of birth control.

"You can do it tons of different direction, but I like this way the serious - 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 virgule, 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 piddling boner. I had never felt so majuscule in my biography, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to purloin glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his putz sucked by the busty blonde on the screenland. Whenever he was off in his own illusion, 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 boy than I did girls, 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 guys - that I might be gay.

During this whole time, we were jacking off and standing right following 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 way, and this clock time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the couch, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a new Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed cause, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the sofa, my thigh spread open, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar geological fault of focus from the delight in my penis to the botheration 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 pay back the favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our corpse, lotioned putz occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't assist but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the character, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body striking of two Whitney Moore Young Jr., horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my retaliation, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that entirely escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my low orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A essential part 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 jacklight off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute or so, I could secern Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the calendar method of his strokes, making a degenerate ‘ fap'sound each metre his palm hit his bare pubic sphere. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this little dude was fix to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a cryptic grunt, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to breach liberate from his eubstance. He drew in a speedy burst of air, before moaning and letting out a slack 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. celebrate 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 porno and started pretending it was my prick 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 little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty small 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 first time in my spirit. But, I was very surprise to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three spurt of a clear, slightly pasty liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eye got as large as discus.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index number fingerbreadth and grazed the top of my drumhead, sending a shiver through my spent putz, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, older guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. count, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 sec, before hitting play. The man on the CRT screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussycat, went to her font, and gave her a reprehensible facial. It was a devil orgasm - he shot at least 6 heavyset current of pearly, blank jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most vivid things I had ever seen.

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

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in difficulty 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 home. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secrets 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 coming hebdomad, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF portion ONE

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