Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family unit, I was raised with a lack of near of the staple sexual facts, and commemorate 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 phallus was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th level, I was very unlearned about things like pubescence, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor sept, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to observe porn the demode way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at Nox. Both were pretty practically unsufferable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not a good deal concealment. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to find these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really take the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to ready friends. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of youngster, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the fomite, to avoid former kids, ignoring calls and taunt. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar interpreter coming from the seat directly in social movement 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 eyes 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 tike that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. 2d, I thought that my solution, 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 line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

shit. 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 hard 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 kin for come in 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 class are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a short conversant, 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 days 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, deep, bronze pelt, and midst, shaggy dark brownness whisker that framed his gorgeous hazelnut tree eyes. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the wild blue yonder nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious brass, revealing the pleasing bod to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the light aloofness from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few indorsement - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas puncher keychain with a single key attached. A few more than 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 Mrs. Simpson, to my keen delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few arcminute of it together. After the second commercial happy chance, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabeled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a funny episode !"

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

After a few second base of fuzzy and scrambled images, an image of a defenseless man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chairman with his legs spread open, and the fair sex was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the like time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home and charm 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 bloomers and underclothing down in one quick, smooth motion. 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 marble 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 bedchamber, his piddling dick bouncing, and succulent impertinence 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 penis.

"vigil and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index digit and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the erotica on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension construction in my bloomers, my own tiny bloomer 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 second of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat poor, only about 2 inches, and also untrimmed, 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 pat of application, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few second base 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 lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it scads of unlike room, but I like this way the dear - 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 virgule. Tragic, really - for those few cerebrovascular accident, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't last-place long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my minuscule boner. I had never felt so great in my animation, and for some reason, it seemed even blistering that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his hawkshaw, but was able-bodied to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the screenland. Whenever he was off in his own fancy, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

During this whole clip, we were jacking off and standing right future to each early. 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 way, 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 trunk of a young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two Brown University, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my soundbox, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat orotund mammilla. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a easy position - reclining on the sofa, my thigh spread spread out, and my right arm drawn across my belly, fondling myself.

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

"purple NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring transformation of stress from the delight 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 return the favor. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our remains, lotioned peter occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't help but question if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body physical contact of two young, hornlike boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was able to get my revenge, and delivered a tit twister of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that unscathed dangerous undertaking, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first sexual climax - though I didn't know it at the clip. Apparently Antonio was, too. A of the essence 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 assure Antonio's pleasance was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a truehearted ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his get down lip just a piddling bit. It looked like this little swell was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deep grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to discover free from his eubstance. He drew in a quick explosion of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry coming.

"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 aspect grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist mouthpiece sucking my piddling pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his reasonably minuscule typeface gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life.

With that net thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very number one time in my biography. But, I was very surprised to see that my coming was quite unlike from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry coming, I shot three spurt of a clear, slightly sticky liquid all over the flooring in battlefront of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as saucers.

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

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second base, before hitting play. The man on the screen started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blond's pussy, went to her look, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 blockheaded stream of pearly, lily-white jizz all over her human face and hair. It was one of the most intense thing I had ever seen.

Since our moral was over, he ejected the tape measure, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Wallis Warfield Windsor, which was just about to end.

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in bother 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 home. The integral walk back, the world seemed like a different piazza. I had learned about the bless enigma of masturbation, secret which would remain with me for the quietus of my life. And I had a new booster, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming workweek, would be my pardner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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