Being raised in a rigorous Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic sexual facts, and remember 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 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 pathetic family, we didn't have internet, or even a computer, so you had to encounter erotica the passe way - through a magazine publisher or on Cinemax late at Night. Both were pretty practically unsufferable, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the sustenance room, and a pretty crowded house, 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 intemperate to cause booster. I rode the bus home, but unlike a lot of small fry, I pretty much kept to myself and either read, or enjoyed the stale, but pleasant scenery jogging past my windowpane. In decimal point of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to avoid early tike, ignoring telephone call and taunts. One day, this method failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar representative 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 overbalance mine, I relented, and my eyes met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to shed a secret.

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

I was scared for two cause - first, I didn't know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from Thomas Kid that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. secondment, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to differentiate everyone my business organization, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him astray, and possibly derail his melody of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

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

"Well, do you wan na blockade 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 intemperate clock time 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 worry with my house for coming home 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 business firm 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 little familiar, and I had seen him around school a few clip 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 eld before I came out, or even realized I was fag, but even back then, I thought he was really cunning. He had a slim, showy build, very acrobatic and toned for just a boy, rich, bronze peel, and thick, shaggy dark brownish hair that framed his gorgeous hazel heart. It was a hot Spring day in Lone-Star State, so he was wearing a gray armoured combat vehicle top, and his precious minuscule butt was accentuated by the blue nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his pleasant-tasting buttock, revealing the pleasing shape to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the short distance from the block to his firm, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his scoop for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas Cowboys keychain with a one key attached. A few more seconds, and we were settled inside, switching on the window A/C whole to cool us off. He then turned on the TV, and changed it to the Mrs. Simpson, to my smashing delight. As it happened, we were both fans, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the moment commercial happy chance, 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 shady sequence !"

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

After a few irregular of fuzzy and scrambled images, an paradigm of a nude man and woman flashed across the screen. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a electric chair with his leg spread unfold, and the charwoman was sticking his HUGE member inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be wrong, but at the same clip, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

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

"I never met my dad, and my mom works until really former tonight. My cousin recorded this for me - he's really assuredness. 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 pant and underwear down in one quick, smooth movement. His 3-and-a-half column inch uncut member pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a diminished, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his low-down trunk 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.

"diddly-squat, I almost forgot !"he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little rooster bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each hard step.

He returned to the support way with a lotion dispenser, squeezed out a few dabs, and proceeded to rub it all over his penis.

"Watch and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index 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 feel the stress building in my knickers, my own tiny boner gaining rigidity with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my dreaming world, and without a bit of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy hawkshaw. It was somewhat shorter, only about 2 inches, and also uncut, but Antonio didn't seem to like or listen. All he wanted was a j/o buddy, and by God, he found one.
"Here, man."

He squirted out a few Thomas More dabs of lotion, and tenderly applied it to my rock-hard cock. These few indorsement were electric car, sending a tingly feeling throughout my trunk. He proceeded to stroke me a few clip, eliciting a tiny whimper of joy from my lips. I slowly started bucking my coxa to his round.

"You can do it tons of dissimilar room, but I like this way the skillful - 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 last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my petty boner. I had never felt so corking in my life, 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 to slip glimpse 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 hawkshaw sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely putz, the headland playfully coming in and out of view with each movement of the foreskin. I always knew I felt differently about son than I did girls, but I think it was at this present moment that I knew there was something VERY dissimilar about me - that I might actually be attracted to ridicule - that I might be gay.

During this solid time, we were jacking off and standing right succeeding to each early. 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 - hold 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 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 wooing, removing my shirt, revealing my consistency, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch next to him, and found a comfortable position - reclining on the couch, my second joint spread outdoors, and my right arm drawn across my stomach, fondling myself.

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

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focusing from the pleasure in my penis to the infliction 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 riposte the favor. Soon we were on the storey, rolling around, our corpse, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each early as we shifted stance. I can't assist but enquire if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the case, I was on becloud nine, savoring the body physical contact of two young, horny boys, riding this moment out as long as I could. Finally, I was capable to get my revenge, and delivered a titty twister of my own.

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

"That's what you get, squawk !,"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 first orgasm - though I didn't know it at the fourth dimension. 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 lube 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 pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the cycle of his strokes, making a truehearted ‘ fap'sound each fourth dimension his palm hit his bare pubic area. His ventilation also sped up, and he was biting his scummy lip just a piffling bit. It looked like this short dude was ready to pop.

After yet another mo, he let out a cryptical oink, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to fracture free from his body. He drew in a nimble burst of air, before moaning and letting out a relaxed exhale, catching his breath from the weight of such a strong dry climax.

"So, that's what happens when you cum,"he said."It feels awesome. keep open 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 porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a mouth, but not the blond's mouth….in Antonio's mouthpiece. I fantasized about seeing his look grinding against my pelvic arch, his warm, moist lip sucking my slight pecker ferociously, trying to work me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty little face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a lifetime.

With that terminal thought, I sent myself over the border and came for the very for the first time 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 orgasm, I shot three spurt of a brighten, slightly embarrassing liquid all over the trading floor in front of me. Antonio's eye got as bombastic as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his petite indicator finger and grazed the top of my caput, sending a shake through my tucker turncock, and played with my fresh boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad matter ?"

"Haha, naw, sometime guys do that. My cousin who taught me how to jack off can cause a wet cum, but he's 15. Look, check it out."

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 seconds, before hitting play. The man on the sieve started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's kitty-cat, went to her face, and gave her a vicious facial. It was a monster sexual climax - he shot at least 6 midst streams of pearly, blanched jizz all over her face and pilus. It was one of the most acute thing I had ever seen.

Since our lesson was over, he ejected the taping, put it away, got dressed again, and changed it back to the Duchess of Windsor, which was just about to wind up.

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

"It's cool, dude. You can follow 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 integral walkway back, the domain seemed like a different place. I had learned about the hallowed secrets of onanism, enigma which would stick around with me for the residuum of my life. And I had a new admirer, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the issue forth weeks, would be my partner in sexual experiment.

END OF PART ONE

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