Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic kinsperson, I was raised with a lack of most of the introductory sexual facts, and think of being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a minor. 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 level, I was very ignorant about affair like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor household, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to discover porn the old-fashioned way - through a cartridge or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty very much unimaginable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living way, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not lots privacy. I hadn't the svelte thought about how to find these materials, 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 grueling to pretend admirer. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty a great deal kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my window. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the backbone of the vehicle, to avoid other kids, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method acting failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar articulation 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 outbalance mine, I relented, and my oculus 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 have got meant something bad. minute, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably leave in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business organisation, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another motion 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."

Damn. My plan 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 mansion and detect 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 time making ally. 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 difficulty with my family for number home base too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his place and obtain 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 family are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little familiar, 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 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, sportsmanlike chassis, very athletic and toned for just a boy, fertile, bronze cutis, and thick, shaggy dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eye. It was a hot leaping day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his precious little butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his red-hot impertinence, revealing the pleasing material body 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 pouch for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few More moment, 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 pleasure. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial gaolbreak, he went to his room, and came back with an untagged taping. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a comic episode !"

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

After a few arcsecond of fuzzy and scrambled simulacrum, an image of a nude man and woman flashed across the concealment. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his stage spread open, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrongfulness, but at the same clock 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 us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really late tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really cool off. Actually, he's the one that taught ME how to jack-off."

"Hey, and weren't you gon na instruct 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 motion. His 3-and-a-half column inch unmown member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small-scale, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his blue torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his consistence 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 accommodation, his little rooster bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

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

"picket and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could learn the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible spate before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every accident Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my ambition world, and without a second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy putz. It was somewhat unretentive, only about 2 in, 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 to a greater extent dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard shaft. These few endorsement 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 lip. I slowly started bucking my rosehip to his calendar method.

"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 solidus. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't last long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my little bloomer. I had never felt so great in my aliveness, and for some reasonableness, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able-bodied to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his centre, as if he was imagining getting his prick sucked by the sonsie blond on the CRT screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable tool, the fountainhead playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did missy, 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 ridicule - that I might be gay.

During this whole time, 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 - delay on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his way, 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 Lester Willis Young adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my physical structure, which I variety of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfy position - reclining on the lounge, my thigh spread spread out, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left over boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jar shift of nidus 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 repay the party 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 assistant but wonder if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the shell, I was on cloud nine, savoring the trunk middleman of two young, horny male child, riding this here and now 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 fits of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that whole dangerous undertaking, I was definitely getting close to reaching my kickoff 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 instant or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the round of his apoplexy, making a riotous ‘ fap'sound each time his decoration hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his low-spirited lip just a little bit. It looked like this trivial beau was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a mysterious grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to better release from his body. He drew in a promptly volley of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the exercising weight 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 joy was building so rapidly with each front. I stared at the pornography and started pretending it was my peter that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's backtalk. I fantasized about seeing his human face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my small pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably little cheek gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that final examination view, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very inaugural time in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spurt of a clear, slightly sticky liquid state all over the level in front of me. Antonio's optic got as large as dish aerial.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite forefinger finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my washed-out pecker, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, aged guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can have a wet cum, but he's 15. reckon, discipline it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting manoeuvre. The man on the blind started grunting vigorously, pulled his shaft out of the blonde's pussy, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 blockheaded streams of pearly, white jizz all over her human face and fuzz. 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 end up.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in problem 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 manner of walking back, the world seemed like a different piazza. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very extra one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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