Being raised in a hard-and-fast Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a deficiency of nigh of the basic sexual facts, and call back being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't commemorate 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 pitiable house, we didn't have Internet, or even a computing device, so you had to regain smut the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty a great deal inconceivable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the living room, and a pretty crowded household, meaning not much privacy. I hadn't the slightest mind about how to determine these materials, and in all honesty, didn't really birth the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to induce friends. I rode the bus house, but unlike a lot of kids, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my window. In point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the cover of the fomite, to forfend early tyke, ignoring Call and taunting. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar voice coming from the seat 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 outweigh 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 reasons - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the condition before, but only from kidskin that I really didn't like, and thought it must take meant something bad. irregular, I thought that my solvent, either way, would probably leave in this kid proceeding to separate everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another enquiry would lead him astray, and possibly derail his occupation of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

Damn. My architectural plan backfired. Not only did he now know that I didn't, he knew that I was totally clueless.

"Well, do you wan na barricade by my house and find 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 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 pulley block away from me, so I wouldn't get in trouble with my class for coming home too late. Whatever jacking off was, I figure I'd go over to his property 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 category are you in ?"

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

Antonio looked a little companion, and I had seen him around school a few fourth dimension before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made sentiency that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally unlike wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was queer, but even back then, I thought he was really cute. He had a slim, flashy build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, full-bodied, bronze skin, and midst, shaggy dark brownish whisker that framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. It was a hot outpouring day in Texas, so he was wearing a grayish army tank top, and his cunning little tail was accentuated by the blue devil nylon hoops shorts that flowed around his luscious cheek, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the inadequate length from the stop to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his scoop for a few second base - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a I key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C building block to cool off us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my great pleasure. As it happened, we were both buff, and watched a few second of it together. After the second gear commercial time out, 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 funny story instalment !"

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

After a few secondment of fuzzy and scrambled images, an picture of a defenseless man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a syndicate, the man was leaning back on a electric chair with his legs spread unfold, 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 Lapp clip, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home and enchant us ?"

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really lately tonight. My first cousin recorded this for me - he's really sang-froid. 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 underwear down in one quick, smooth motion. His 3-and-a-half inch full-length penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless dismission that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower body and drew tending to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his soundbox between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do.

"Irish bull, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his chamber, his minuscule pecker bouncing, and succulent brass jiggling with each surd step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his forefinger finger and thumb, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could hear the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could finger the tenseness edifice in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every fortuity Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my ambition creation, and without a second of falter, dropped my short pants, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy dick. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 column inch, 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 more dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard pecker. These few seconds were galvanizing, sending a tingly feeling throughout my body. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of delight from my lips. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it tons of unlike path, but I like this way the comfortably - 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 apoplexy. Tragic, really - for those few strokes, I was in heaven.

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

But the tripper didn't last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my slight pratfall. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his prick, but was able-bodied to filch glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the pornography vid, and closing his middle, as if he was imagining getting his hawkshaw sucked by the voluptuous blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his endearing cock, the head playfully coming in and out of eyeshot with each front of the prepuce. I always knew I felt differently about male child than I did girls, 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 jest at - that I might be gay.

During this wholly time, we were jacking off and standing right side by side to each other. I was totally loving the billet, but figured we could get a little more comfortable.

"Hey, do you always do this standing up ?"

"Haha, nope - cargo area on, man."Antonio yet again dashed to his room, and this clip 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 young Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop tit. I followed courting, removing my shirt, revealing my body, which I kind of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat declamatory mammilla. I situated myself on the couch following to him, and found a well-heeled status - reclining on the lounge, my thighs spread assailable, and my right arm drawn across my abdomen, fondling myself.

After a spell, Antonio's prankster aspect came out, when I least expected it.

"PURPLE NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring faulting of focus from the delight in my member 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 reward the party favour. Soon we were on the base, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned shaft occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted perspective. I can't help but wonder if this is exactly the reply Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the instance, I was on obnubilate nine, savoring the body contact of two young, ruttish boys, riding this import out as long as I could. Finally, I was able-bodied to get my revenge, and delivered a titty tornado of my own.

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

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

We got back on the couch, and after that whole escapade, I was definitely getting close to reaching my first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the time. Apparently Antonio was, too. A crucial 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 tell Antonio's joy was intensifying. He sped up the rhythm method of his shot, making a fast ‘ fap'sound each fourth dimension his palm hit his bare pubic area. His external respiration also sped up, and he was biting his lower lip just a little bit. It looked like this niggling fashion plate was ready to pop.

After yet another mo, he let out a deep oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to recrudesce free from his consistency. He drew in a quick volley of air, before moaning and letting out a slack up exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the pleasure was building so rapidly with each motion. I stared at the porn and started pretending it was my pecker that was being teased in a oral cavity, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's oral fissure. I fantasized about seeing his face grinding against my pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my fiddling pecker ferociously, trying to bring me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his fairly trivial face gazing up at me as he gave me the cock sucking of a life.

With that final examination intellection, I sent myself over the edge and came for the very first-class honours degree time 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 coming, I shot three spirt of a clear, slightly sticky liquid state all over the story in strawman of me. Antonio's eye got as bombastic as dish antenna.

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

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

"Haha, naw, former guys do that. My cousin-german who taught me how to jack off can take a wet cum, but he's 15. see, check it out."

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

"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 home. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallow mystery of onanism, 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 forthcoming weeks, would be my partner in sexual experimentation.

END OF PART ONE

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