Being raised in a strict Mexican Catholic house, I was raised with a deficiency of most of the canonic intimate facts, and remember being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'matter as a youngster. I don't retrieve 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 ignorant about things like puberty, sex, and masturbation. It being the mid-90's and all, and coming from a poor syndicate, we didn't have Internet, or even a computer, so you had to witness porn the old-fashioned way - through a powder magazine or on Cinemax late at Nox. Both were pretty practically impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded house, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to retrieve 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 firmly to make friends. I rode the bus abode, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty practically kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scene jogging past my window. In dot of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the fomite, to forfend other tiddler, ignoring birdcall and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the bottom directly in straw man 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 outweighed mine, I relented, and my centre met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to spill a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a furtive near-whisper.

I was scared for two ground - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the condition before, but only from tiddler that I really didn't like, and thought it must bear meant something bad. Second, I thought that my response, either way, would probably leave in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business enterprise, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another dubiousness 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 design backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"Well, do you wan na block up by my house and get out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you hold out ?"

"I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wan na come by ?"

Like I said before, I had a really surd clock 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 difficulty with my category for hail home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his lieu and find out how to do it.

We got off the bus a few home away from his.

"By the way, I'm Antonio."

"I'm Miguel."

"Whose course of instruction are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little familiar, and I had seen him around schooling a few times before. But since he was a score 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 poove, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, showy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, racy, bronzy skin, and thick, bushy dark brown hair that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot Spring day in TX, so he was wearing a gray army tank top, and his cunning little nates was accentuated by the bluing nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his luscious buttock, revealing the pleasing figure to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the stop to his sign, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few second base - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a single key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C unit to chill us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Simpson, to my great joy. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the back commercial-grade break, he went to his way, and came back with an unlabeled taping. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a comic episode !"

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

After a few minute of fuzzy and scrambled range of a function, an image of a naked man and woman flashed across the screenland. They were by a pool, the man was leaning back on a chair with his legs spread give, and the woman was sticking his HUGE phallus inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be ill-timed, but at the Same time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come dwelling 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 bloomers and underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a low, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his crushed 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.

"shite, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his petty hammer bounce, and lush cheeks jiggling with each severe 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's breadth and ovolo, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the erotica on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible quite a little 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 ambition humanity, and without a second gear of wavering, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat myopic, only about 2 column inch, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to like or heed. All he wanted was a j/o chum, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few More dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard tool. These few s were galvanizing, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a lilliputian whimper of delight from my lips. I slowly started bucking my rose hip to his rhythms.

"You can do it rafts of different shipway, 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 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 utmost long, as the electrical energy flowed once again after I started wanking my little blunder. I had never felt so gravid in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hot that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porn vid, and closing his optic, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the full-bosomed blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his adorable cock, the pass playfully coming in and out of view with each trend of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about boy than I did little girl, but I think it was at this consequence 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 sentence, we were jacking off and standing right following to each former. 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 - time lag 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 body of a young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pectoral muscle and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipple. I followed suit of clothes, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I form of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat bigger nipple. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable military position - reclining on the couch, my thighs spread unfastened, and my mightily arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

After a while, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least have a bun in the oven it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my leave alone boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring fault of focus from the delight in my penis to the bother 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 favor. Soon we were on the floor, rolling around, our corpse, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted position. I can't helper but marvel if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the instance, I was on cloud nine, savoring the body liaison of two immature, ruttish 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 fits of giggling.

We got back on the lounge, and after that whole risky venture, I was definitely getting close to reaching my beginning orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial part of the deterrent example 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 second or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm of his strokes, making a dissolute ‘ fap'sound each prison term his decoration hit his bare pubic area. His breathing also sped up, and he was biting his blue lip just a slight bit. It looked like this little beau was make to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a deep grunt, and his phallus started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to stop give up from his body. He drew in a quick fusillade of air, before moaning and letting out a loosen exhale, catching his breathing time from the weight of such a impregnable dry orgasm.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awe-inspiring. keep jacking and you'll see."

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the joy was building so rapidly with each effort. I stared at the pornography 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 cheek grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my lilliputian pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty lilliputian face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a lifetime.

With that net thought, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first time in my sprightliness. But, I was very surprised to see that my orgasm was quite dissimilar from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry sexual climax, I shot three jet of a take in, slightly gummy liquid all over the floor in front of me. Antonio's center got as heavy as dish.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his lilliputian index finger's breadth and grazed the top of my head, sending a chill through my exhausted tool, and played with my fresh boy juice.

"Um…is that a bad affair ?"

"Haha, naw, sr. guy wire do that. My cousin who taught me how to jacklight off can consume a wet cum, but he's 15. count, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the screen door started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussycat, went to her face, and gave her a vicious nervus facialis. It was a monster orgasm - he shot at least 6 thickheaded flow of pearly, white jizz all over her fount and hair's-breadth. 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 Wallis Warfield Windsor, which was just about to finish.

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

"It's aplomb, 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 walkway back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed closed book of masturbation, secrets which would stay with me for the rest of my lifetime. And I had a new friend, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the coming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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