Being raised in a stern Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of almost 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 dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very unlearned about things like puberty, sex, and onanism. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor home, we didn't have cyberspace, or even a computer, so you had to find porn the ex way - through a powder store or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty practically impossible, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living way, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a good deal privateness. I hadn't the slender mind about how to feel these fabric, and in all Lunaria annua, didn't really take in the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it surd to make booster. I rode the bus household, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty a good deal kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In detail of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to keep off other kids, ignoring song and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar vocalisation coming from the can 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 outbalance mine, I relented, and my middle 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 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 cause meant something bad. secondly, 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 inquiry would direct him astray, and possibly derail his seam 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.

"wellspring, do you wan na stop by my house 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 laborious prison term making friends. 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 worry with my family for approach 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 socio-economic class are you in ?"

"I'm in Mrs. Koenig's class."

Antonio looked a niggling companion, and I had seen him around schooltime a few multiplication 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 years before I came out, or even realized I was nance, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty build, very acrobatic and toned for just a boy, rich, tan skin, and thick, shaggy dark brownness hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot springiness day in Texas, so he was wearing a hoar tank top, and his cute niggling laughingstock was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his red-hot brass, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short length from the stop consonant 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 single key attached. A few more second gear, 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 slap-up delight. As it happened, we were both rooter, and watched a few instant of it together. After the second commercial break, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape recording. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a laughable instalment !"

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

After a few arcsecond of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a au naturel man and cleaning lady flashed across the screen. They were by a pond, the man was leaning back on a president with his legs spread unfold, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her sass, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be improper, but at the Sami fourth dimension, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this pornography ? What if your mom or dad come home base and watch 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 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 pants and underclothes down in one quick, smooth gesture. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the roof, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his gloomy 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.

"diddly, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his little cock bouncing, and lush boldness jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger fingerbreadth and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the smut on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension construction in my pants, my own flyspeck boner gaining rigidity with every chance event 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 tool. It was somewhat shortsighted, only about 2 in, and also untrimmed, but Antonio didn't seem to care or mind. All he wanted was a j/o chum, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few more than pat of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few seconds were galvanic, sending a tingly feeling throughout my trunk. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a petite whimper of pleasure from my sass. I slowly started bucking my rosehip to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of unlike 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 cam stroke. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip-up didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so bully in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even live that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get overhear staring at his tool, but was able-bodied to sneak glance every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his oculus, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blond on the cover. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the brain playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about boy than I did young woman, but I think it was at this here and now that I knew there was something VERY different about me - that I might actually be attracted to ridicule - that I might be gay.

During this totally 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 - keep on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, 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 youthful genus Adonis - sun-kissed pelt tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop mammilla. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger teat. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread open, and my right arm drawn across my tum, fondling myself.

After a piece, Antonio's cut-up aspect came out, when I least expected it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar shift of focus from the pleasure 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 favour. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our cadaver, lotioned shaft 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 typeface, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body contact of two Whitney Young, horny son, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a bosom 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 escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my beginning climax - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial 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 off, but he never explained what happens at the end.

After about another minute of arc or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his stroke, making a degenerate ‘ fap'sound each time his laurel wreath hit his bare pubic sphere. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a petty bit. It looked like this petty clotheshorse was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a thick grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to dampen free from his body. He drew in a quick fusillade of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight unit of such a unassailable dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each effort. I stared at the smut and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's back talk. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my renal pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my little pecker 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 thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first time in my life. But, I was very surprise to see that my climax was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurts of a clear, slightly viscous liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as bombastic as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite index finger's breadth and grazed the top of my straits, sending a thrill through my exhausted dick, and played with my smart boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 indorsement, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his hawkshaw out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a roughshod facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thick-skulled streams of pearly, ashen jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most acute matter 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 finish.

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

"It's sang-froid, fashion plate. You can derive 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 home. The entire walking back, the world seemed like a dissimilar plaza. I had learned about the sanctify secrets of masturbation, secret which would stay with me for the relief of my life history. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming calendar week, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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