Being raised in a hard-and-fast Mexican Catholic family, I was raised with a lack of most of the basic intimate facts, and commend being shielded from a lot of ‘ impure'things as a youngster. I don't think of how exactly, but somehow, sometime, I remember learning that my member was something that was severe and bad. As such, even in 5th grade, I was very ignorant about things like pubescence, 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 computer, so you had to retrieve porn the old-fashioned way - through a magazine or on Cinemax late at night. Both were pretty much impossible, for me, at least, since we had one TV in the support way, and a pretty crowded theater, meaning not much secrecy. I hadn't the thin estimation about how to find these textile, and in all honestness, didn't really give birth the desire to do so.

I was a geeky, shy and chubby kid growing up, and always found it hard to make friend. 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 stage of fact, I was often teased, and usually went out of my way, straight to the back of the vehicle, to forfend other kids, ignoring calls and twit. One day, this method acting failed me outright.

"Hey,"said an unfamiliar articulation coming from the seat directly in strawman of me.
I kept reading my book.

"Hey !"

No topic 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 eyes met his. He leaned in close, as if he were about to pour forth a secret.

"Do you jack-off ?,"he asked in a underhand 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 kids that I really didn't like, and thought it must have meant something bad. sec, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably lead in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my occupation, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the to the lowest degree, asking another inquiry would lead him astray, and possibly derail his blood line of questioning.

"With who ?,"I replied.

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

tinker's damn. 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 discontinue by my star sign and find out how ?,"he asked.

"Um, where do you survive ?"

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

Like I said before, I had a really hard time making supporter. 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 menage for issue forth family 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 little familiar spirit, and I had seen him around school a few times before. But since he was a grade behind me, in 4th, it made gumption that I didn't see him around a lot, since they were in a totally different wing from the 5th graders. It was years before I came out, or even realized I was queen, but even back then, I thought he was really precious. He had a slim, sporty build, very athletic and toned for just a boy, plentiful, bronze pelt, and thick, shaggy dark embrown hair that framed his gorgeous Pomaderris apetala eye. It was a hot natural spring day in Texas, so he was wearing a gray tank top, and his cute little buns was accentuated by the blue sky nylon basketball shorts that flowed around his juicy cheeks, revealing the pleasing chassis to all.

We chatted a bit while walking the curtly distance from the block to his house, and paused on the porch while Antonio fished in his pocket for a few seconds - eventually, he pulled out a Dallas rodeo rider keychain with a single key attached. A few more indorsement, 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 Simpsons, to my bang-up delectation. As it happened, we were both buff, and watched a few minutes of it together. After the second commercial good luck, he went to his room, and came back with an unlabelled tape. He turned on the VCR, and stuck it in.

"Hey man, that was a amusing instalment !"

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

After a few instant of fuzzy and scrambled effigy, an image of a naked man and cleaning lady flashed across the blind. They were by a consortium, the man was leaning back on a hot seat with his leg spread open, and the adult female was sticking his HUGE member inside her mouth, moving it up and down. I felt like watching this might be unseasonable, but at the Lapplander time, I kinda liked it. Nonetheless, I was scared.

"How'd you get this porno ? What if your mom or dad come home 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 motion. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut phallus pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a belittled, Robert Brown hairless hammock that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew aid to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his physical structure 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 picayune cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling with each intemperately step.

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

"ticker and learn."

He took his cocklet in between his index finger's breadth and pollex, and gently, slowly stroked up and down. I could pick up the porno on TV, but for now I was transfixed on the incredible sight before me. I could feel the tension building in my pants, my own tiny boner gaining rigidness with every stroke Antonio took.

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

I was suddenly jolted from my pipe dream world, and without a sec of hesitation, dropped my shorts, peeled off my undies, and revealed my bare boy gumshoe. It was somewhat scant, only about 2 in, 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 rooster. These few mo were galvanising, sending a tingly feeling throughout my eubstance. He proceeded to stroke me a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper of joy from my lip. I slowly started bucking my hips to his rhythms.

"You can do it scores of dissimilar ways, but I like this way the dependable - 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 little boner. I had never felt so nifty 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 cock, but was capable to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the erotica vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the voluptuous blonde on the screen. Whenever he was off in his own fantasy, I fed mine by eyeing his lovely cock, the straits playfully coming in and out of view with each drift 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 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 following to each other. 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 - cargo area 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 torso of a vernal Adonis - sun-kissed skin tautly drawn over a boyish-set of pecs and abs, adorned by two brown, gumdrop nipples. I followed suit, removing my shirt, revealing my physical structure, which I sort of found embarrassing - given my bit of flab, and somewhat larger nipples. I situated myself on the couch side by side to him, and found a well-situated position - reclining on the sofa, my thighs spread out-of-doors, and my right arm drawn across my venter, fondling myself.

After a patch, Antonio's practical joker scene came out, when I least expected it.

"purpleness NURPLE ! ! ! ! ! !"He squeezed my left boy tit with all his might, sending a totally jarring shift of focus from the pleasure in my penis 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 reward the favor. Soon we were on the flooring, rolling around, our stiff, lotioned cocks occasionally brushing against each other as we shifted office. I can't service but enquire if this is exactly the response Antonio was hoping for, but whatever the sheath, I was on cloud nine, savoring the torso 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 tornado 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 couch, and after that unanimous 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 example 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 min or so, I could tell Antonio's pleasure was intensifying. He sped up the cycle of his stroke, making a firm ‘ fap'sound each time his ribbon hit his bare pubic area. His respiration also sped up, and he was biting his small lip just a little bit. It looked like this picayune fellow was ready to pop.

After yet another minute, he let out a thick grunt, and his penis started twitching rhythmically, as if it were possessed and trying to get around costless from his consistency. 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 substantial dry orgasm.

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

Immensely turned on, I kept stroking, and the joy was building so rapidly with each motility. I stared at the porno and started pretending it was my dick that was being teased in a rima oris, but not the blonde's mouth….in Antonio's mouth. I fantasized about seeing his boldness grinding against my renal pelvis, his warm, moist mouth sucking my piddling shaft ferociously, trying to wreak me to orgasm. I imagined seeing his pretty lilliputian face gazing up at me as he gave me the blowjob of a life-time.

With that final thought, I sent myself over the boundary and came for the very initiative prison term in my life-time. But, I was very storm to see that my orgasm was quite different from Antonio's - whereas he had a totally dry orgasm, I shot three spirt of a gain, slightly sticky liquid all over the level in front of me. Antonio's heart got as expectant as saucers.

"WHOA ! You had a wet cum !"He took his midget index finger and grazed the top of my head, sending a shiver through my use up dick, and played with my new boy succus.

"Um…is that a bad thing ?"

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

He went up to the VCR and hit fast forward for about 30 secondment, before hitting play. The man on the cover started grunting vigorously, pulled his dick out of the blonde's pussycat, went to her human face, and gave her a vicious facial nerve. It was a monster coming - he shot at least 6 midst stream of pearly, white jizz all over her side and hair. It was one of the most intense matter 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 Simpsons, which was just about to polish off.

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

"It's sang-froid, dude. You can number 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 menage. The entire walk back, the world seemed like a dissimilar position. I had learned about the consecrate secrets of onanism, secret which would stay with me for the residuum of my biography. And I had a new supporter, a very special one, in Antonio, who in the hail hebdomad, would be my cooperator in intimate experiment.

END OF portion ONE

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