Being raised in a rigid Mexican Catholic fellowship, 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 youngster. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my penis was something that was grievous and bad. As such, even in 5th score, I was very unknowledgeable about things like pubescence, 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 information processing system, so you had to find porno the old-fashioned way - through a powder magazine or on Cinemax late at dark. Both were pretty practically impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living way, and a pretty crowded star sign, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest thought about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really throw the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to attain friends. I rode the bus family, but unlike a lot of small fry, I pretty very much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my window. 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 kids, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method failed me outright.

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

"Hey !"

No affair how loud he yelled, I swore I wouldn't look up from my page.

"HEY ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Realizing that this kid's will preponderate 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 surreptitious near-whisper.

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

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

red cent. My program backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"fountainhead, do you wan na stop by my house and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really intemperate time 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 block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my category for issue forth home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his home 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 meter before. But since he was a form behind me, in 4th, it made sense that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally dissimilar 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 cute. He had a slim, jazzy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan cutis, and thick, shaggy dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazelnut eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a grey-haired armoured combat vehicle top, and his precious picayune cigarette was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious impudence, 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 scoop for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a ace 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 slap-up joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few hour of it together. After the moment commercial-grade breakout, he went to his elbow room, and came back with an unlabeled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a amusing installment !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled epitome, an persona of a naked man and char flashed across the cover. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread open, and the adult female was sticking his HUGE penis inside her sass, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrongly, but at the same metre, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My 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 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 drawers and underclothing down in one quick, smooth question. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, dark-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 body 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 bedroom, his little cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each difficult step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and ovolo, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension construction in my gasp, my own tiny bungle gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream world, and without a mo of disinclination, dropped my shortstop, 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 Sir Thomas More dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few sec were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of pleasure from my sassing. I slowly started bucking my pelvic girdle to his beat.

"You can do it tons of different ways, but I like this way the safe - 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 earthly concern.

But the trip didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my little blooper. I had never felt so dandy in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get becharm staring at his prick, but was able to hook glimpse every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his centre, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the buxom blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely cock, the forefront playfully coming in and out of thought with each move of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boys than I did female child, but I think it was at this mo 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 clip, we were jacking off and standing right next to each early. I was totally loving the billet, 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 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 Loretta Young Adonis - sun-kissed cutis tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Robert Brown, gumdrop mamilla. I followed suit of clothes, 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 succeeding to him, and found a comfortable posture - reclining on the lounge, my thigh spread opened, and my right-hand arm drawn across my abdomen, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my go forth boy tit with all his might, sending a totally clash shift key of centering from the joy in my penis to the annoyance 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 requite the party favour. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our cadaver, lotioned peter occasionally brushing against each former as we shifted position. I can't help but enquire if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the vitrine, I was on mist nine, savoring the body link of two young, steamy boys, riding this 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, bitch !,"I yelled, as we both descended into fit 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 part 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 minute or so, I could distinguish Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his separatrix, making a degenerate ‘ fap'sound each metre his medallion hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his low-toned lip just a piffling bit. It looked like this footling dude was ready to pop.

After yet another second, he let out a rich grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to conk out give up from his body. He drew in a flying burst of air, before moaning and letting out a unbend exhale, catching his hint from the weightiness of such a strong dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. Keep 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 face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist lip sucking my picayune woodpecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his fairly little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that concluding persuasion, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first meter in my life sentence. But, I was very storm to see that my climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a decipherable, slightly awkward liquid all over the floor in social movement of me. Antonio's eyes got as tumid as dish.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index fingerbreadth and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my play out turncock, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, honest-to-god hombre do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can sustain a wet cum, but he's 15. reckon, assure it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 sec, before hitting manoeuvre. The man on the concealment started grunting vigorously, pulled his tool out of the blonde's pussy, went to her human face, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick streams of pearly, T. H. White jizz all over her fount and tomentum. It was one of the most intense things 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 Simpsons, which was just about to wind up.

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

"It's cool, dude. You can fare 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 household. The entire walk back, the populace seemed like a different place. I had learned about the consecrate secrets of onanism, closed book which would persist with me for the residual of my biography. And I had a new friend, a very limited one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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