Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and commemorate being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a tiddler. I don't remember how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was dangerous and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like puberty, 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 estimator, so you had to find porn the passee way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a great deal out of the question, for me, at to the lowest degree, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded home, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to find these cloth, and in all honestness, didn't really have the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it arduous to make friend. I rode the bus nursing home, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty very much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my window. In stage of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the cover of the fomite, to avoid other kids, ignoring Call 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 matter 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 eyes 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 reasonableness - 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 meant something bad. s, I thought that my solvent, either way, would probably ensue in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business concern, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would guide him wide, and possibly derail his billet of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

tinker's dam. My programme backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"wellspring, do you wan na quit by my house and notice out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you live on ?"

"I live off avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na add up by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really hard meter making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn't harassing me, but was extending a bridge player 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 class for coming domicile 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 class are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a short familiar, and I had seen him around school a few time before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made sensation that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was old age before I came out, or even realized I was pansy, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, sporty physical body, very athletic and toned for just a boy, plentiful, bronze skin, and midst, shaggy dark brown haircloth that framed his gorgeous Pomaderris apetala centre. It was a hot Spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a Asa Gray tank top, and his cute little butt was accentuated by the blue air nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his delectable buttock, revealing the pleasing anatomy to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short aloofness from the plosive speech sound to his mansion, 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 ace key attached. A few more seconds, 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 great delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few arcminute of it together. After the second commercial-grade break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled mag tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a rummy episode !"

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

After a few seconds of fuzzy and scrambled double, an image of a raw man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread undefended, and the woman was sticking his HUGE penis 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 abode 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 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth apparent movement. His 3-and-a-half in uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a lowly, 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 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 bedroom, his little stopcock bouncing, and succulent impudence jiggling with each hard step.

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

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger and quarter round, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible visual sense before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own midget boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dream humankind, and without a second of indisposition, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy putz. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to wish or mind. All he wanted was a j/o crony, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few to a greater extent dab of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard dick. These few irregular were electric, sending a tingly feeling throughout my consistency. He proceeded to stroke me a few meter, eliciting a petite whimper of joy from my rim. I slowly started bucking my hip joint to his rhythm method.

"You can do it tons of dissimilar style, but I like this way the salutary - 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 strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the trip didn't survive long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my petty boner. I had never felt so swell in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even red-hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get fascinate staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glance 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 screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the head playfully coming in and out of eyeshot with each cause of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did girls, 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 guys - 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 spot, 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 time came back with a few towels - he placed them on the lounge, took off his shirt, and sat down. He had the trunk of a immature Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop mamilla. I followed suit, 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 following to him, and found a well-fixed position - reclining on the lounge, my thighs spread open, and my correctly arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, 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 shake up shift of stress from the pleasure in my phallus 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 refund the party favor. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned peter 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 case, I was on swarm nine, savoring the body contact of two young, 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, gripe !,"I yelled, as we both descended into fits of giggling.

We got back on the couch, and after that unscathed escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my outset climax - though I didn't know it at the time. 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 lubricate up, how to jack 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 musical rhythm of his separatrix, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each time his palm hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this footling dude was ready to pop.

After yet another instant, he let out a inscrutable grunt, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to bust devoid from his body. He drew in a quickly salvo of air, before moaning and letting out a slack up exhale, catching his hint from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels amazing. Keep 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 erotica and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a sass, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's oral cavity. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist sass sucking my little pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty niggling face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifespan.

With that terminal thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first fourth dimension in my life. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three spurts of a illuminate, slightly sticky liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's eyes got as large as dish aerial.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicant digit and grazed the top of my caput, sending a shiver through my exhausted putz, and played with my invigorated boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, sure-enough hombre do that. My cousin-german who taught me how to jack off can take a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, learn it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 second, before hitting gambol. The man on the sieve started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussy, went to her font, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a lusus naturae climax - he shot at least 6 thickly streams of pearly, ashen jizz all over her face and hair. It was one of the most acute thing I had ever seen.

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

"Yo, I got ta go, man - I don't wan na get in trouble 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 abode. The entire walk of life back, the world seemed like a different position. I had learned about the sacred arcanum of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my life. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experiment.

END OF component ONE

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